The Council of Chiefs consists of 24 leaders, each entrusted with a vital task that keeps the camp running. Every decision they make shapes the tribe's survival and future.
Like Sir William, who leads the Alpha Cosmic Team—the camp's pioneers in searching for other human survivors across the solar system. Their mission is not just exploration, but survival.
We know we don't belong here—or at least, we think so. At the heart of our camp stand the shuttles, relics of a forgotten journey. All we know is that 275 years ago, we crash-landed. The details of who we were, where we came from, and why we were out here were lost in that crash.
Are we the only lost ones?
Were we banished?
Were we part of something greater—a mission, a fleet?
Questions haunt us. But answers remain just out of reach
Sir William fights endlessly with the other chiefs for resource allocation, but securing support for his mission is a constant battle.
The scarcity of V-elements—the lifeblood of our technology—makes it even harder. Every request is met with resistance, every argument a test of will. Yet, he knows the future of their people depends on this search.
This is the wonder upon which our survival depends—V-elements. The rare, almost mythical resource that powers our technology, fuels our search for answers, and keeps our fragile existence intact. Without it, the camp would fall into darkness, our shuttles would remain grounded, and our hopes of finding others like us would wither away. But the supply is dwindling, and with it, our future
The V-element is the key to everything. It can be transform into any element, making it the most valuable resource we have. But it is scarce—dangerously so.
With minimal modification, the V-element can be forged into iron, steel, lead, and countless other materials.
The V-element is even responsible for fertilizing the soil. Without it, nothing would grow— Vetra's land is barren and lifeless. It is not just a resource; it is survival itself.
This, and so much more, makes the survival of our people entirely dependent on the V-element. It fuels our machines, builds our shelters, and even nourishes our land. Because of this, the struggle for control is relentless—each chief fighting for a larger share, each believing their cause is the most vital
Extracting the V-element is even harder. The process is grueling, dangerous.
Every fragment extracted comes at a cost—blood, sweat, and most times lives.
XYPHOR is a nightmare come to life. It's the only intelligence life we met on vetar Its muscular, hunched body is covered in tough, leathery skin. Long limbs end in razor-sharp claws, built for tearing through anything. A whip-like tail flicks behind it, always ready to strike. adding to its menacing presence.
The only source of V-element lies within the Xyphor nests. Their eggshells are made of pure V-element—our lifeline. This means survival comes at cost. To secure our future, we threaten their own survival. we have to kill them to extract this element, thereby reducing their numbers—and, in turn, our chances of survival. This does not come without a cost. They defend themselves with their lives, leading to the loss of our most skilled soldiers... The Emberguard
The Emberguard This is a league of our most trained, skilled, and intelligent warriors vicious soldiers upon whom our survival depends. Their success, along with the council of chiefs' ability to properly manage the resources the Emberguard have successfully harvested, is crucial to our continued existence.
So far, there hasn't been a single mission carried out by the Emberguard without casualties. On a good mission, we lose at least fifty percent of our forces. But with the increasing frequency of these operations, that number has risen drastically—reaching as high as seventy to eighty percent.
The cost of Vioyer-1 extends beyond the battlefield. The relentless demand for resources has led to starvation in other sectors, depleting what little we have left. And yet, we push forward, knowing that every mission is both a necessity and a death sentence for many.
The Grand Chamber was in chaos.
once symbols of authority and control, now echoed with the furious voices of dignitaries storming in. A thick cloud of anger filled the air, heavy with the weight of Viogge-1's failure.
At the center of the room, the Council of Chiefs sat in grim silence, their faces shadowed by frustration and concern. The losses were staggering, the mission a catastrophe.
The room was tense, every face turned toward Sir William as he stood. He took a deep breath, knowing the council wanted answers.
"Viogge-1 failed because of a mechanical breakdown," he said. "The main thrusters malfunctioned mid-flight, causing the ship to lose control. The backup systems should have kicked in, but the secondary power relays failed. The ship was left drifting, helpless."
What does that mean for us?!" someone from the chief's station shouted.
This mission was supposed to give us hope!" Grace shouted.
It did," Sir William said. As the words escaped his lips, a wave of hope swept through the room Sir William continued, "Our spaceship had already entered Zelon's atmosphere before we lost contact. A heavy silence fell over the room.
From the back, Commander Zack—the chief responsible for the recruitment, training, and deployment of the Emberguard. spok "So our ship will be pulled down by Zelon's gravity…?"
He paused, his voice tense.
"Does that mean we've just given away our location to whatever's down there?
Why do you all see things from the worst possible angle?" Sir William said, his voice firm.
What if there are humans on that planet who could come to our aid? We never know… that could be our only hope," he continued. "This place is a ticking time bomb. Since the day I was born, everything on this planet has tried to kill us. It can't get any worse
What next?" Commander Zack asked
That sent a chill through the room as all eyes turned to Sir William
With the results of Voyager 1 in hand, everyone still expected Sir William to guide the way forward. As the oldest and most influential member of the Council of Chiefs, his word carried weight.
"We..." he muttered, then steadied himself.
"We just have to prepare our defenses and sustain ourselves," he said confidently. "Whatever is on Planet Zelon is now aware of our presence. Whether friend or foe, we must be ready to meet them. We will wait for five moon cycles—150 days—before making any further advancements."
Commander Zack, his voice firm, added, "We'll need more V-element for this plan. It won't be easy, but we have no choice."
The council members exchanged glances before nodding in agreement. For the first time in a long while, a meeting of the Council of Chiefs ended without conflict.
With that, the meeting came to an end. One by one, the council members rose and silently exited, their movements deliberate and thoughtful.
Grace tried to slip out early, hoping to avoid Sir William after her reaction in the Voyager 1 control room.
As Grace neared the door, hoping to slip away unnoticed, a gentle yet firm hand rested on her shoulder. A familiar voice, low and aching, called her name.
"Grace..."
She froze. His voice held a tenderness she hadn't heard in a long time. Slowly, she turned, her heart pounding.
Sir William's eyes searched hers, a quiet pain lingering in them. His voice dropped to a whisper, filled with longing.
"Why are you so hard on me?" he asked. "You know… I miss her too."
The weight of his words settled between them, thick with unspoken grief. The walls Grace had built around her heart trembled, but she wasn't sure if she was ready to let them fall.
His voice broke slightly as he whispered, "She was also my daughter..."
I miss her every day," he continued, his voice heavy with sorrow. "I know you've hardened your heart toward me, but I hope that one day… you'll forgive me. And more than anything, I hope you find peace."
Grace clenched her jaw, her fingers tightening at her sides. She wanted to stay angry hold on to the pain that had kept her going for so long. But his words cracked something deep within her, something she wasn't sure she could put back together.
She pulled her hand from his grip, her fingers trembling for just a second before she steeled herself.
Head down, she walked away, each step quicker than the last. She didn't dare look back—not when her chest felt so tight, not when her resolve threatened to break.
But she could feel his gaze on her, heavy with unspoken words, lingering like a shadow. She held that tension, carrying the weight of it with every step.
Just before she disappeared from sight, a single tear slipped down her cheek—but she didn't stop. She couldn't.