Capítulo 2: 02
The door opened, and a middle-aged man entered the room. He was tall and had broad shoulders, sandy short hair and clean shaven, appearing to be in his forties, wearing a lab coat and glasses. He is carrying some sort of white, shining brifecase.
'Alexander Galenos.'
The memory kicked in, and Aurelian instantly knew who this guy was. Dr. Alexander Galenos, the head doctor of the entire rebel group.
"Imperator!"
To say that Galenos was shocked would be an understatement. It had only been two days since they arrived at The Sanctum, and barely a week since the Imperator fell into a coma. Yet here he stood in front of Galenos, looking vigorous and full of life.
"How... how is this possible? You were gravely injured, we feared the worst."
"I can't explain it fully, Galenos. I just woke up from my coma feels refreshed as if it never happen."
"This is incredible."
Galenos approached Aurelian, guiding him to sit on the bed. He opened the 'briefcase' and took out a round object, about the size of his palm, strapped to his own palm. He began moving it up and down from Aurelian's head to his feet. The is a distinc beeping sound.
"Amazing. Your internal injuries is gone, the rib fracture healed and the internal bleeding is stoped. All just gone. This is a miracle."
Aurelian simply sat there, letting the doctor work while engaging in small talk. He gleaned new information from the doctor during their conversation.
The reason he was in the room rather than a hospital bed was due to the overcrowding at the hospital. Courtesy to the Pharahan Raid so Galenos proposed relocating Aurelian to his own room, where he could receive more comprehensive care.
"Am i truly OK? I need to discuss our situation with Titus."
After a couple of minutes, Aurelian decided to halt the doctor's examination, not wanting to arouse any further suspicion. His secret must remain.
"Yeah, it is. You are as healthy as you can be."
He stood up and tidy up his tool. his awed expession still clearly evident on his face.
With that, Aurelian made his way toward the exit.
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The Sanctum Primaria is a vast base, the largest one the rebellion has. It is located in a secret world within the Kalamar Nebula.
Their main building is situated within a hollowed-out mountain, once an abandoned mine where enslaved workers toiled under the rule of the pharahans hundreds of years ago.
The former leader of The Aurelius, Aurelian's father, also named Aurelian, constructed this base 20 years ago.
Aurelian observed the bustling activity within the base as he walked through its corridors. It was a sight to behold. The structure comprised of sturdy stone walls mix with steel, standing tall and imposing, showcasing the craftsmanship of the builders. The ceilings soared high above, creating a sense of spaciousness and openness.
The base buzzed with a flurry of activity as people moved with purpose, diligently attending to their daily tasks.
Amidst the ceaseless motion, some individuals paused in their tracks, their eyes widening with shock, while others let out sighs of relief when they saw Aurelian.
It was evident that news of their Imperator's awakening had spread.
As Aurelian made his way through the base, some people halted their activities momentarily to render him a salute, their gestures filled with respect and admiration.
The base, once a place of quiet anticipation, now thrived with an electric energy, as if every member of the rebellion felt a surge of inspiration knowing that their Imperator had finally awoken.
Aurelian made his way to the underground bunker, the place where all the high-ranking members of The Aurelius were located.
When he arrived, two guards in front of a heavy reinforced door opened it for him to enter.
The room served as a command center, bustling with activity. Numerous crew members occupied the space, diligently carrying out their tasks. The room featured a large monitor that dominated one wall, displaying crucial information and real-time updates.
There is a second floor where the high-ranking members of The Aurelius gathered.
The moment he entered, cheers erupted and applause filled the air as the people welcomed their leader.
The room was alive with excitement and joy, and the sound of clapping hands reverberated throughout the space. It was a heartfelt reception, a testament to the admiration and respect they held for their Imperator.
Aurelian couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and gratitude in that moment. He acknowledged the warm reception with a nod and a smile.
'They are my people now. This is where I belong. I will make this galaxy a slightly better place.'
'While building my own empire and dynasty on the way of course.'
Aurelian mused his ultimate goal, a chuckle escaping his lips as he raised his hand to acknowledge his people.
"Aurelian!"
Titus greeted Aurelian joyfully as he arrived on the second floor. He was greatly relieved upon hearing the news from Dr. Galenos that Aurelian had regained consciousness.
His anxious feelings faded away. Because during Aurelian's coma, Titus was the one leading the Aurelius. And boy what a task.
"Titus, I heard what you did while I was in a coma. Good job!"
Aurelian said, shaking his hand with a wide grin on his face.
"Ah, don't mention it. It's my duty as the second-in-command."
Titus replied, smiling in return, his gray beard reflecting a sense of relief.
"Welcome back, Imperator."
Said a female high ranking member with a small smile on her face.
She had a slender yet strong posture, carrying herself with a sense of authority and discipline. Her light blonde hair was neatly styled in a ponytail, emphasizing her professionalism. Despite her composed demeanor, there was a warmth and kindness in her eyes that hinted at her softer side.
"Its good to be back, Fleet Admiral Stella."
Stella Astra was her name, the fleet Admiral of the Aurelius fleet command. She has been in that position since the time of Aurelian's father. A true believer.
He then warmly welcomed by all members of the high command.
They exchanged greetings and engaged in brief conversations, expressing their relief and joy at his return.
Aurelian reciprocated their enthusiasm, shaking hands and sharing smiles with each individual. The atmosphere in the room was filled with a sense of camaraderie.
After the initial exchange, Aurelian took his place in the central chair, a symbol of his leadership. The high-ranking officers gathered around a large table, ready to discuss the pressing matters at hand.
"Stella, what's the status of our fleet? Half of our forces were scattered during the attack on Nimbor VI. Have they made it safely back to The Sanctum?"
Stella's eyes brightened with a mix of relief and pride.
"Imperator, I'm pleased to inform you that all of our fleet has arrived safely. Despite the chaos and the Pharahans relentless assault, our brave pilots and crews managed to regroup and make it back. They showed incredible resilience and determination."
Aurelian couldn't help but feel a surge of relief. Their fleet was their backbone, and knowing that they were intact make him happy.
A smile slowly formed on his face as he nodded at Stella.
"That's fantastic news, Stella. Well done to you and our courageous fleet. Their safe return is a testament to their skills and loyalty."
"Thank you, Imperator."
Turning his attention to Quintus Draco, the director of intelligence, Aurelian's expression grew serious.
Quintus in his 50s, with a bald head that glistened under the light. Despite his small stature, one should never underestimate him, for his presence exuded a sense of power and intelligence.
There was an air of mystery surrounding him, partly owing to his position as the Director of Intelligence. Quintus unwavering loyalty to Aurelian's father was legendary, and he had been one of the early members of the Aurelius group, alongside Titus.
"Quintus, I need to know the situation with our Nimbor VI base. What happened?"
Quintus's countenance became grave as he explained,
"Imperator, I regret to inform you that the base was utterly decimated by Pharahans. The attack was swift and fierce, leaving nothing but ruins in its wake. Our intelligence suggests it was a targeted strike aimed at weakening our infrastructure."
Aurelian's face hardened, and a flicker of sadness flashed in his eyes. The loss of their base meant a significant setback, both strategically and symbolically.
Nimbor VI was The Aurelius birth place. His father build this organization on that planet.
However, he quickly composed himself.
"Thank you, Quintus. From now on. Leave Nimbor VI alone for the time being."
"Yes, sir."
Concerned about the field operators who had been deployed across the kingdom, Aurelian turned to Alexios Niketas, the General of the field army.
Alexios, a giant of a man standing at a towering height of 2 meters, commanded attention wherever he went.
Despite his imposing physique, there was a gentle and kind aura that surrounded him, an unusual attribute for someone in his station.
His short grey hair was neatly groomed, and his clean-shaven face highlighted his strong jawline.
Alexios presence evoked a sense of strength and reliability, making him a respected figure among the troops he led.
"Alex, what about our field operators? Are they safe? What's their status?"
Alexios's expression mirrored Aurelian's seriousness.
"Sir, to ensure their safety and maintain operational security, I've ordered our field operators to go dark. They've ceased all communications and activities until further notice. It's a precautionary measure to prevent any compromises and keep them out of harm's way."
Quintus chimed in, affirming Alexios's statement.
"Indeed, Imperator. Our secret operators have also been given the same orders. Their safety and the protection of our vital intelligence assets are paramount."
Aurelian nodded, absorbing the information and realizing the gravity of the situation. The challenges ahead seemed daunting, but his determination remained unwavering. It was his decision to take on the original Aurelian's responsibility in the first place.
He took a deep breath, knowing that tough decisions and strategic planning were required to navigate these troubled waters.
After hours of meeting, Aurelian gave his orders. His voice projected strength and resolve.
"My friends, we face difficult times, but remember why we fight. Our cause is just, and our people rely on us. We must regroup, rebuild, and adapt. Let unity be our guiding principle as we forge a path forward."
"Our first priority is to strengthen the defenses of The Sanctum. We must ensure that our base remains impregnable, capable of withstanding any assault. Alexios, Stella, I trust you two to oversee this task and make the necessary arrangements."
Alexios and Stella, nodded in acknowledgment.
"Simultaneously, we must begin the process of rebuilding and reorganizing our forces. Our enemies may have dealt us a blow, but we will rise stronger than ever. Valen, I want you to coordinate with our engineers and strategists to rebuild our base swiftly and efficiently. Reassess our structure, identify areas for improvement, and implement necessary changes."
Valen, The Director of The Sanctum Primaria nodded, his expression showing understanding of the gravity of the situation.
"Now, regarding our field operators and secret agents, I want them to resume their operations as soon as the situation here is secure. They have a critical role to play in gathering information, striking at strategic targets, and ensuring our survival. But until then, they must remain in the shadows, awaiting further instructions. Quintus, I trust you to relay this message and coordinate their actions."
Quintus nodded confidently.
"And finally, remember that we are not machines. Rest and self-care are crucial in times like these. Take the time you need to recharge, both physically and mentally. This fight will require all our strength, and we must be at our best. So, get some rest, my friends."
As Aurelian finished speaking, a reassuring smile formed on his face. It was a subtle expression, conveying his confidence and trust in his comrades. The room filled with a renewed sense of determination.
They knew that Aurelian's orders were not just commands but a reflection of his unwavering commitment to their cause.
With a nod, Aurelian dismissed the meeting, and the officers left, ready to carry out their respective duties. The journey ahead was challenging, but Aurelian determined to to win.
He would build his empire in this galaxy.
But first, hadn't R.O.B mentioned that he had something special to give him? Aurelian wondered what it could be.
One thing was for sure: it had to be related to his laptop.
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