Condition Evolution 3: A LitRPG / Gamelit Adventure by Kevin Sinclair (ereader with dictionary .txt) 📕

as the two Fystr ships came into view, casually descending like they had all the time in the world. I felt sick, and I’m sure everyone shared the sensation. But I fought to stay calm: we had this, it was going to be okay. I looked around, seeing the sheer terror on the surrounding faces.

“Uprising!” I shouted at the top of my lungs. Thankfully, my voice came out clear and with way more confidence than I felt. “It’s been an age since I last killed a Fystr. Three of them, if I recall correctly. I didn’t even have Havok then,” I said, thrusting Havok in the air. He screamed in my head with the excitement of a kid on a roller coaster.

“They like to think they’re invincible, but I promise you they are not. We can do this!” I shouted, and a cheer rose up from the crew as they looked to each other, confidence building.

It settled down as the Fystr began to leave their ship. Huge, imposing bastards that they were.

Their arrival also prompted a full station security force to appear, around 80 of them all told, armed to the teeth, lining the exit of the docking bay. With the Fystr across from us, we had a three-way standoff.

A giant Fystr raised his arms. He was as tall as Jotun at well over seven-feet, but he looked more in proportion, well-muscled and capable. There looked to be around 40 Fystr with him. He spoke in a commanding voice: “People of the galaxy, please put your weapons away. We are the Fystr, and any sign of aggression against us will be considered an act of war by the Galactic Empire against the Fystr Empire. You do not want to let that happen.”

There was a lot of talk; hushed whispers passed between the planet’s security personnel. The hairball leading them spoke on his comm amid the quiet clamor. Finally, he raised his hand to his men, beckoning them to pull back. Now, it was just us and the Fystr, deadlocked in the open space.

“So, my little monkeys. You have led us quite the merry dance! Almost halfway around the galaxy,” the imposing Fystr shouted, a wry grin on his face.

“Sorry, mate. I think you’ve got the wrong little monkeys. We live here, now run along and bother someone else, will you?” I shouted back.

He laughed, “Oh, very good. You must be Shaun. I've heard quite a bit about you. In fact, Ogun told me everything about you all. So, are you the leader of this collection of misfits?” he said, waving his hand disdainfully at the surrounding members of the Uprising.

He’d shook me at the mention of Ogun giving him information, but I tried not to let it show. “Okay. Sorry, I didn't get your name. Shall we start there?” I said, stalling.

The dick puffed his chest up proudly, looking around to make sure he had everyone's attention. “I am the eighth commander of the Fystr fleet, Heiliun the Great.”

“Only eighth? I’m disappointed. So, Heiliun theDoesn’t Matter, do you and your poxy crew a favor and fuck off back home, will you? You're starting to bore us.”

Ember started snickering by my side, and I couldn't help but smile.

“You dare…,” he started to speak, but I turned away.

“Sorry about this, guys. But are you all ready?” While I spoke, I winked at Gus, who had been watching me like a hawk. He immediately signaled. The effect was awesome. Within seconds, all the Torax burst into flames. In unison, the humans brought up their guns or levitated metal projectiles. Havok simultaneously flew into my hand. The Veiletians were already invisible and ready to rock.

The expressions on the opposing Fystr, were comical. I couldn’t help

the smile on my face. “I don't know what you thought you were gonna face here, but we’re not exactly lambs for the slaughter, Heiliun. Now, last chance. Fuck off, or this place becomes a living nightmare for you,” I threatened.

Heiliun struggled a little, but his shock slowly became a sinister smile. “You think you are such a powerful monkey with your fiery friends! You do not truly understand the pure might of the Fystr,” he said, sneer still on his face as he began to rise smoothly from the floor. He had regained his composure, and the others around him began to look more confident again. That was until I copied the feat, rising from up the ground myself. For the second time in less than a minute, the Fystr’s expressions fell to dismay.

“How is this possible? Ogun had not informed me that you had transcended!” Heiliun tried to scream angrily, but it came out more like a whine.

“I’m surprised! You made it sound like he was happy to tell you everything about us.”

This time Heiliun laughed, “Oh, no. He was without question not happy about it. We had to use our finest torture techniques, and it appears we still did not get all we needed from him. We will have to revisit our little traitor again. After this display, I am glad I didn't just execute him now,” he snapped.

I was thrown a bit by all of this. “You mean you have Ogun with you, now?” I asked.

“He is held captive and in pretty bad shape,” Helium chuckled. “You're welcome to return with us and see him for yourself.”

“No, thank you. But we’ll have him back, if you don't mind!”

“No, no, no. That will not be happening. We must take him back with us to Fystr Prime to stand trial alongside you. The others can go free; we don't need all of you.”

“You must know you won't win this fight, right? You’re not seriously that delusional?”

“I am not delusional! I am supremely confident. I accept you have developed further than I anticipated. You will always be seen as vermin to the Fystr, you fool. You really do not understand the extent of our abilities,” Heiliun said.

I didn't even care enough to respond. It was going to be a fight