⚠️ Scene: Uris's Awakening – Central Med-Care
Uris was the only survivor.
After warning the higher-ups about the Zoron creatures, he withdrew into silence—no contact, no words, no emotions. His injuries weren't just physical. Something inside him had shattered.
He sat for days—haunted, terrified, broken.
Then, without warning, he finally spoke.
[Uris]:
"Doctor... is this how the other species we killed must've felt? Were they this terrified when we came—destroyed their homes, their worlds, and called it conquest? Did they ask themselves...
'What did we ever do to deserve this?'"
Jannet met his eyes. Calm. Unflinching. A soft, almost wry smile played on her lips.
[Jannet]:
"Yeah... I think they must've felt exactly like that."
She paused, then added,
"Because I did... back then."
Uris's eyes flicked toward her, confused.
She gave a soft chuckle.
[Jannet]:
"I can guess what you're thinking.
By the way—my name is Jannet. I'm a Glarosis."
Her voice lost all humor.
[Jannet]:
"One of the species your empire wiped out in the name of eternal glory.
Twenty years ago... we lost 89% of our people.
The rest of us surrendered—absorbed into your glorious civilization."
[Uris]:
"And you became a doctor... to treat the same heartless soldiers who helped massacre your people? Who crushed your entire world—and thousands more?"
Jannet laughed. A deep, gut-wrenching laugh.
She wiped a tear from her eye, clutching her side as if she might break.
[Jannet]:
"I am a doctor."
With those words, she turned and walked away—footsteps cool, sharp, distant.
[Minutes Later – Silence in the Med Room]
Uris stared at the surgical knife on the table beside him.
[Uris – muttering to himself]:
"As she was laughing... I wanted to cut her throat open.
But this was the first time... I ever suppressed the urge to kill."
🔥 Scene: Main Headquarters – War Room
The headquarters buzzed with tension. Holograms flickered. Officers yelled across long digital tables. The air stank of heat, metal, and stress. Everyone was shouting about the Zorons incident—and the disastrous loss of troops.
Then—five colossal steel doors hissed open.
From each emerged a towering figure, cloaked in armor and cold silence.
The noise stopped dead.
The four higher-ups took their respective seats at the front. No one dared speak.
Suddenly—Zendor stood.
Without hesitation, he raised a Glastro gun—and shot a random officer through the head.
[Zendor]:
"No outside chatter. We're here for a reason."
His voice was gravel and fury.
A second official, Pedro, leaned forward.
[Pedro]:
"The lone survivor—who?"
Zenix, a cybernetic tactician, activated his wrist projector. A holographic profile illuminated midair:
Code Name: Unix009
Experiment Room: 2B
Post: Commander, Task Force-B
Ranking: Galactic Patrol — 16A MAJOR
[Pedro]:
"Unix009... I remember him. That kid slaughtered everyone in Room 2B. We lost 80% of our experimental staff... but what we gained..."
"Was the perfect soldier. Ruthless. Flawless. He's never failed a conquest.
Until now."
Zendor slammed his fist on the table.
[Zendor]:
"Stop romanticizing that lunatic. We're not here to tell bedtime stories."
Nerile, the third official, let out a silky, ironic laugh.
[Nerile]:
"You're heartless, Zendor—but let Pedro have his moment. Maybe this survivor will help us unravel the Zoron mystery we've never solved."
She turned to Zenix with a teasing glint.
"So, my dear Zenix... how's our precious 009? Or should I say... Unix?"
[Zenix]:
"He's recovering at Central Med-Care. He's under the best treatment... with Doctor Jannet."
Nerile's smirk dropped. Her voice turned sharp.
[Nerile]:
"You let an outsider treat the only soldier who might hold the key to Zorons?
He cannot die. Not until we know everything."
"You know this empire runs on one thing—soldiers.
If the military breaks, the entire system collapses. All of us in this room collapse with it."
[Zenix]:
"She's under full surveillance. Implanted, tracked, and monitored.
And—she's the most capable doctor we've got."
[Nerile]:
"Then it's your head if she fails, darling."
Zendor turned to the silent one—the fourth higher-up.
[Zendor]:
"Pilos. You've been quiet."
Before Pilos could respond, a panicked officer blurted out.
[Random Officer]:
"You all sit there like kings on thrones! No real questions! Soldier 009? Just tell us what happened out there!"
A beat of silence. Then:
[Pilos]:
"Well... someone's spoken for me."
Zendor stood. His cape whipped behind him as he stormed toward the man.
10 feet tall. Armored. Towering.
He grabbed the officer by the neck, lifting him like a twig.
[Zendor]:
"Then tell me—what should we ask?"
[Pilos] (calmly):
"Idiot... Do you want to die today, Zendor? You've killed enough."
Zendor glanced over his shoulder.
Pilos stood still—face calm, eyes burning with quiet wrath.
Zendor let the man go. Sat down. Pulled on his cape. As if nothing had happened.
[Pilos]:
"Now that we're all here... dear members of this Headquarters..."
"Let's discuss the real issue: the disaster of Zorons."
"Everyone—ask your questions. One by one."
"No more ego. No more blood."
"This meeting begins now."