Intergalactic conquest with an AI

With a defiant roar, he bit down on the energy battery, shattering the casing with his teeth.

The moment the energy was released, it exploded inside his mouth like a lightning storm, sending tendrils of electricity surging through his body. Pain wracked him from head to toe as the volatile energy coursed through his veins, but he held on, his willpower forcing his body to absorb the energy rather than succumb to it.

His honeycomb shield flared back to life, glowing brightly as it bought him a few more precious seconds of survival. Rex folded his wings around his body, the golden glow of the appendages creating a second layer of defense against the relentless flames.

But even with the boost from the energy battery, the black flames were merciless. They clawed at him, tearing through his shields faster than he could repair them. Every time his shield shattered, the flames licked at his skin, burning him despite his reinforced body.

The pain was unimaginable, but Rex's rage burned hotter than the flames themselves.

He reached for another energy battery, biting into it with a feral growl. The volatile energy exploded in his mouth again, sending another surge of electricity through his body. His hands trembled as the pain and exhaustion began to take their toll, but he refused to stop.

"Come on... COME ON!" Rex roared, his voice echoing through the collapsing engine bay.

The flames battered against his defenses relentlessly, but Rex stood firm, his golden wings glowing like a beacon of defiance amidst the chaos. His body was battered and broken, his reserves nearly depleted, but his sheer willpower refused to let him fall.

Blood dripped from his lips where the energy batteries had scorched him, and burns covered his exposed skin, but Rex didn't care. The only thing that mattered now was survival and revenge.

With each passing second, the pain grew worse, but so did his resolve. The roar of the flames was deafening, but it was drowned out by Rex's primal scream, a shout of pure defiance that reverberated through the engine bay.

He wasn't going to die here. Not like this.

Carlos stood on the command bridge, sweat dripping from his brow as he gripped one of the humanoid spider creatures by the neck. Its grotesque, twisted limbs flailed wildly as it screeched in his face.

With an annoyed grunt, Carlos raised his arm and fired the last few rounds from his minigun, shredding the creature's head into a mess of black sludge.

The creature's limp body fell to the floor with a sickening thud as Carlos's minigun sputtered and clicked, the ammo counter flashing 0 on his arm display.

"Tch, out of bullets already? That's just great," Carlos muttered, glancing around the bridge. His eyes locked onto a weapons cabinet bolted to the wall.

"Guess it's time to restock."

As Carlos floated toward the cabinet, the emergency lights suddenly flared to life, bathing the room in a harsh red glow. Almost immediately, the gravity system kicked back online, yanking him out of the air and slamming him face-first onto the cold, metallic floor.

"Ow! Damn it!" Carlos groaned, rubbing his forehead as he staggered to his feet. "Well, at least the gravity's back. That's something."

Ignoring the dull ache in his head, he reached the cabinet and yanked it open. Inside, he found a modest selection of weapons, mostly electric pistols with copper rounds. Not ideal, but far better than being unarmed.

He grabbed two handguns, stuffing as many ammo clips as his pockets could hold. He scanned the cabinet for anything his arm-mounted minigun could use, but luck wasn't on his side.

"No heavy rounds, huh? Figures. Guess I'll have to make do with these pea shooters," he muttered, inspecting the handguns.

After securing his gear, Carlos sighed and leaned against the console, staring at the remains of the spider creature he had just killed. He raised his left arm, examining the damaged communication device built into his cybernetic prosthetic. The screen was cracked, and sparks occasionally flickered from the exposed wiring.

"Damn thing got me good," Carlos grumbled. "If I hadn't blocked with my arm, I'd probably be a corpse by now. Lucky me."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

He sighed again, shaking his head as he glanced at the various inactive control panels around the bridge. The emergency power hadn't fully restored the ship's systems yet, leaving the bridge in an eerie silence broken only by the occasional groan of the ship's hull.

Minutes passed, and finally, the hum of the emergency battery activating coursed through the ship. The control panels flickered to life, displaying various diagnostics and warning messages.

"Oh, finally! Took long enough," Carlos muttered as he moved to the central console. "Time to see if I can get a message out to the rest of the ship. Hopefully, there's still someone alive out there who can hear me."

He grabbed the microphone connected to the intercom system, but just as he was about to speak, the entire ship was rocked by a deafening explosion.

The blast sent Carlos flying backward, his body crashing into a console with a loud clang. Sparks rained down around him as the lights flickered violently.

"What the hell is happening now!?" Carlos shouted, dragging himself to his feet.

He stumbled over to the ship status display, which showed a 3D hologram of the cruiser. The engine section of the ship glowed an ominous red, with flashing alerts reading TOTAL SYSTEM FAILURE and CRITICAL DAMAGE.

Carlos's stomach dropped. He knew exactly what that meant.

"Red status... total loss..." he whispered, gripping the edge of the console. His voice rose in panic. "Oh, shit."

The engines were completely destroyed. With no propulsion and no stabilization, the cruiser was a dead ship drifting aimlessly in the wormhole. And worse, the black flames from the explosion would have damaged key systems, threatening the ship's integrity.

Carlos slammed his fist against the console, his mind racing. He had no time to panic. He had been in this exact kind of no-win situation before, back in his days as a mercenary. If there was one thing he knew, it was that waiting around for death wasn't an option.

"Alright, Carlos," he muttered to himself, cracking his neck. "Think. You know what to do in this situation. If the engines are gone... then we don't need the engines."

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He sprinted to the navigation console, which controlled the ship's emergency wormhole navigation system. It was a failsafe designed to eject the ship from a wormhole in the event of catastrophic failure, but it came with massive risks.

The system was not designed to be used during active travel. Forcefully deactivating the wormhole could rip the ship apart or, worse, leave it stranded in the void between dimensions.

Carlos didn't care. Death was already knocking at the door. If he was going to die, he'd at least make sure it was quick and not at the mercy of those spider freaks.

"Alright, you piece of junk. Let's get this over with," he growled, his fingers flying across the controls. The console's display shifted to show a warning in bright red text.

<<WARNING: FORCEFUL WHOLE DEACTIVATION DETECTED. The integrity of the vessel is in danger. RECONSIDER THE decision. I REPEAT, RECONSIDER THE DECISION.>>

Carlos snorted. "Yeah, I'll reconsider... NOT!" He slammed the confirmation button, ignoring the system's continued protests.

The ship groaned violently as the wormhole destabilization sequence began. Outside, the colorful, swirling lights of the wormhole started to distort, twisting into chaotic patterns as cracks formed in the dimensional space.

"Let's just hope I'm not signing our death warrant," Carlos muttered, gripping the console tightly as the ship began to shake.

The wormhole finally collapsed with a massive shockwave, ejecting the cruiser at blinding speed. The sudden force sent the ship spinning wildly, tumbling end over end through open space.

Carlos was thrown across the bridge, slamming into the wall and collapsing to the floor in a heap. Alarms blared all around him as the ship's systems struggled to regain control.

"Note to self... next time, don't mess with wormholes," he groaned, staggering to his feet.

The ship continued to spin violently, its hull groaning under the strain. But Carlos managed a weak grin as he looked out the window at the stars beyond.

"At least... we're not dead yet."

As if the universe had a twisted sense of humor, the damaged luxury cruiser spiraled wildly through space, locked in an uncontrolled orbit around the oceanic planet they were supposed to visit.

It might have been an idyllic sight under different circumstances, an endless expanse of blue with swirling white clouds over shimmering seas. But now, it loomed like a death sentence.

The ship's engines were gone, leaving it as nothing more than a massive, vulnerable metal coffin hurtling toward the planet's gravitational pull. The luxurious amenities, the crystalline chandeliers, and high-tech furnishings of the cruiser suddenly felt like a cruel joke. None of it mattered now.

Carlos stared at the holographic display on the command bridge, which showed the ship's trajectory in real time. The cruiser was wobbling erratically, spinning like a wounded beast in the vast emptiness of space.

The display showed the planet growing larger with each second, its gravitational pull dragging the doomed vessel into an inevitable descent.

"Damn it, of all the planets to crash into, why did it have to be this one?" he thought, clenching his fists. Carlos knew that crashing into the ocean wasn't any better than hitting solid ground. The sheer speed and force of impact would tear the ship apart, turning water into a wall harder than concrete.

Carlos's jaw tightened as he turned to the comms terminal. With a flicker, the system sputtered to life, since it now had power barely but it was enough. He grabbed the microphone and took a deep breath before speaking into the ship-wide intercom.

"Attention, all passengers," Carlos's voice boomed across the ship, distorted slightly by the static of the failing systems.

"This is sub captain on the command bridge. Listen carefully. The ship has been compromised. The attackers are unknown, but we're out of time. Right now, we're heading straight for the oceanic planet below us... at terminal velocity."

The intercom crackled, his words echoing ominously through the dimly lit halls, now illuminated only by the emergency lights.