Onboard Nomad, Eve spoke in quiet resolve as she briefed Mira about support-wings to the squad. Alta Seralos forced Eve to rethink squad security. Mira listened carefully, and later compiled and transmitted an encrypted report to the Intergalactic Committee High Command.
The report began with chilling intelligence:
Xeletons, a haunting alien Specie acted as a rogue splinter of Thelarians—had been using the distant Almira Galaxy outpost, planet Alta Seralos, as a covert sanctuary. Not only were they running a clandestine weapons program targeting the IC Alliance, but they had initiated genetic and biomechanical experimentation on a horrifying scale.
Entire colonies, both within and outside Almira, were being assaulted and decimated. Civilians abducted. Transformed into mindless war-beasts. The Xeletons were crafting nightmares.
The subject of importance was a bomb engineered to extinguish an entire Galaxy. A doomsday mechanism embedded deep within a Talcros mountain, hidden beneath stone and illusion. At its heart was the Ivyme's Core—an ancient element with an incalculable nuclear power.
The bomb was detonation-ready via Techion remote trigger, and only required launch codes. Without its extraction and decoupling, the weapon could be triggered at any time. Xeletons were prepared to take down Almira's in case of IC scale infiltration.
The operation faced overwhelming odds. Xeleton airspace was laced with impenetrable defense networks. Nomad, in its current form, couldn't breach it without certain devastation.
Even if they reached the mountain hive, another problem loomed: the Techion launch codes required to disarm the weapon were hidden in a separate facility. Its location was unknown. Several decoy facilities masked the real one.
But Eve had already designed a solution.
She infiltrated Talcros alone, volunteering a deliberate capture.
Eve knew that the Thalerians, out of habit, would try to experiments on her to get to her genes.
To do so, they'll have to take her to a real bio-research facility, not decoy labs. The real lab housed launch codes and the Techion remote trigger.
Nomad couldn't tack down the real lab, the only way… let Xeletons lead to it. Eve was that perfect agent.
Mira's crafted the report wisely. Nomad subtly leaked the gravity of the situation to Razmos, a regional warlord. Almira Mafiahead, known as Godfather of Dust. Once he understood the scale of the threat—the very existence of Almira at stake—he agreed to grant Nomad full mobility across his territory.
More than that, he pledged total military support.
"The problem," Anya warned during a strategic session, "is that once you're captured, you won't be able to escape without triggering hyperxeno. And if Eve goes hyperxeno without conscious control, Xeletons might detonate remote trigger."
"Actually," Salam interjected, "she can."
Salam explained that prior experiments on Eve had yielded breakthroughs: voluntary xeno-control had risen to 60%. More critically…
…Dr. Salam held a black pill in his fingers and showed it to the squad in briefing, "Introducing xeno-bombs. All she has to do is snap it, liquid nanite bots crawl into her skin and activate two-minute HyperXeno. Temporary loss of consciousness but full recovery."
"When Eve is paralyzed inside sleeping pod. The implant at the base of her temporal lobe would monitor her vitals. At the moment of critical paralysis or long sleep, it would release an electric impulse to wake her up. Once she's awake, she'll bite the Xeno-Pill hidden inside her mouth and buy her way out of the pod."
"Then Eve infiltrates the facility, and decouples launch codes. After the Techion remote trigger is dead, the team will attack Talcros mountain and take Ivyme's Core."
The report detailed the risks, the mission phases, and its ultimate success.
Following this, Mira included a formal recommendation to elevate Eve to High Commander and approve the Ascension of Nomad to Starfleet.
Each galaxy had five High Commanders —generals with thousands of Nomad-like fleets under their wing. Mira proposed a new variant: Eve would receive the authority and strategic bandwidth of a High Commander—but her fleet would be capped at fifty hyper-armored warships. That would elevate Eve's maneuverability without getting to Eve hardliners at the IC.
Her pitch was simple: "It was the only way to prevent another Alta Seralos."
Mira concluded: "With Nomad upgraded to Starfleet, IC will have presence in likes of Almira and even The Dark Galaxy. She is the shield for the stars that IC can't protect."
These commander logs were only accessible commanders and second-in-command officers like Mira.
Countless comments added notes on the report and Mira's suggestions. The mission's impact rippled across galactic networks. Eve's infiltration, and Nomad's transformation, became the most discussed entry on the log wire.
Commanders admired Eve's team effort, and strategy. Eulogies poured in from all over the universe.
Every day quests become obscure among countless commanders and ships. But when a threat level breached a full galactic kill event—Alta Seralos—the entire command galaxy watched.
Now, even those who hadn't heard of the Daughter of Andromeda or Queen of Saiyara, knew of Space Commander Eve.
Eve had returned to Saiyara, her ceremonial homeworld, and alongside Salam Shah, perfected the first-generation Xeno. Advantage: Fully conscious controlled xeno. Limitations: she could use three charges within a 24-hour period each lasting 2-5 minutes.
One quiet day on Saiyara, Eve and Salam were went for a hike when her comm pinged. The seal of IC High Command blinked on her wearable sunglasses. (Thanks to Anya, her gear always evolved and became more stylish.)
She was commissioned as a Starfleet Commander.
Promoted.
High Commander.
Eve just got the news. She had left the political fronts to Mira long ago. Never checked the commander logs. She trusted her implicitly. She didn't need to read the full report. She knew Mira was fair, unflinching, and had absolute control over Eve where it mattered.
Eve smiled.
The unstoppable warrior had a leash—one she loved, trusted and believed.