Re-Awakened :I Ascend as an SSS-Ranked Dragon Summoner

The docking bay received the group.

Calder stepped off the scout ship and stopped walking.

He just stood there for a moment taking it in. The scale of the docking bay alone was already more than he had been prepared for, the ceiling high enough that the upper sections of it were their own environment, transport ships in their housings along the walls, Ares personnel moving through their routines with the ease of people who lived here rather than worked here. The Eclipse insignia on a couple of ships around. The warmth of the molten energy running through every surface.

Then he looked through the viewport at the rest of the fleet outside.

”That’s,” he started.

He stopped.

”Yeah,” Jayden said beside him.

”How many ships is that.”

”A lot,” Jayden said.

Calder looked at it for another few seconds. Then he looked at Le’anna beside him. She was looking at the fleet too, those large dark eyes moving across the formation outside the viewport with an expression that was hard to read but was clearly not indifferent. Her tail moved at its slow rhythm. She had accepted the change of clothes that Lila had sourced from somewhere on the scout ship without comment, practical dark material that fit reasonably well if you ignored what it was doing around the tail, which everyone was politely doing.

”The original families,” Calder said, more to himself than anyone. ”EDF veterans used to talk about them. Old timers mostly. Said there were humans who gained abilities a long time ago, before it all started, before the EDF, before any of the institutions, and that some of them just. Left. Went out into space and built something out there.” He looked at Jayden. ”I always thought it was one of those stories people told. You know the kind.”

”It’s not one of those stories,” Jayden said.

”Clearly,” Calder said.

Noah, Lucas and Aurelius were waiting at the far end of the bay.

Calder saw them from across the distance and did the thing soldiers did when they registered someone worth registering, a small adjustment in posture, nothing dramatic, just the automatic recalibration of a man who had spent his career learning to read rooms quickly.

He looked at Noah first. Then Lucas. Then Aurelius, and Aurelius in full Ares court presence was a specific experience that most people needed a moment with, the red gold hair, the bearing, the cape that somehow didn’t look ridiculous because the man wearing it had clearly never entertained the possibility that it could.

”Renn Calder,” Noah said, when they reached each other. ”I’m Noah Eclipse.”

Calder shook his hand. ”Eclipse,” he said. ”Jayden tried to explain.”

”Did it help,” Noah said.

”Not really,” Calder said honestly.

Lucas put his hand out. ”Lucas Grey.”

Calder shook it and something in his face shifted slightly. ”Grey,” he said. ”As in the Grey family.”

”Yeah,” Lucas said.

”I hear rumours your family runs some of the EDF’s advanced combat training programs,” Calder said.

”They try,” Lucas said, in the tone of someone who had made peace with that a long time ago.

Then Calder looked at Aurelius.

Aurelius smiled the smile he smiled when he was about to enjoy something. ”Aurelius,” he said. ”King of the Ares family. One of the original families, as your veterans apparently call us.” He shook Calder’s hand with both of his. ”I hear you thought we were a myth.”

”I did,” Calder said.

”And now?”

Calder looked around the docking bay. At the fleet outside the viewport. At the Ares personnel going about their business. ”Now I’m standing in your docking bay,” he said.

”Exactly,” Aurelius said, deeply satisfied with this answer.

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Seraleth was in the corridor outside the docking bay when they came through.

She had not planned to be there specifically. She had been heading somewhere else and had arrived at this junction at this moment and that was all it was.

Le’anna came through the bay door and they saw each other at the same time.

They both stopped.

Seraleth was seven feet tall with white hair and luminous eyes and the bearing of an elf princess who had been raised in a world that operated on entirely different principles from this one. Le’anna was nearly as tall, lavender skinned, tail moving at its slow rhythm, armor replaced by dark practical clothing that she was wearing with the dignity of someone who wore whatever was available without making it a statement.

Neither of them said anything.

They just looked at each other with the attention of two people who had both spent considerable time being the only non-human in whatever room they were standing in and had just found the one exception to that experience.

Ten seconds of that.

Then Seraleth nodded once. Small. Genuine.

Le’anna’s tail moved slightly faster for a moment. Then settled.

They kept walking in their respective directions.

Kelvin, who had been standing behind Seraleth waiting to get past, watched all of this happen. ”That was either a profound cross-species moment of recognition,” he said, ”or the beginning of an alliance that the rest of us should be very concerned about.”

Seraleth kept walking. ”Both,” she said.

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The ship absorbed its guests gradually and without announcement. Someone found Calder a change of clothes that fit well enough. Someone else appeared with food, real food, the Ares kitchen having been informed that the new arrivals were malnourished in a specific way that three months of limited rations produced and had responded accordingly.

Calder sat in the common area with a plate in front of him and ate hurriedly and intensely. Clearly the perfect picture of a man who had not had access to a proper meal in long enough that the experience required his full attention. Le’anna sat beside him and ate too, more slowly, examining each item with genuine curiosity before trying it.

She picked up something from her plate. Looked at it. Looked at Kelvin across the table. ”What is this.”

”Ares spiced grain cake,” Kelvin said. ”Very good. High caloric density. The fleet makes them for long transit periods.”

She looked at it for another moment. Then ate it.

”Well?” Kelvin said.

”Acceptable,” she said.

”High praise,” Kelvin said. ”Seraleth said the same thing about eggs once and now she makes her own ice cream so I’d say you’re on a journey.”

Le’anna looked at him. ”What is ice cream.”

Kelvin opened his mouth.

”Kelvin,” Sophie said from across the table, without looking up from what she was reading. ”We need her focused for the meeting later. Don’t start the ice cream conversation.”

”I was simply going to explain the concept,” Kelvin said.

”You were going to explain the concept for forty minutes and then produce three diagrams,” Sophie said with a laugh which was a clear exaggeration.

Kelvin closed his mouth.

Le’anna looked between them. ”You are together?” she said, to Kelvin, meaning him and Sophie.

”No,” Kelvin said.

”She just knows you very well,” Calder said, looking at Sophie with the mild recognition of someone who understood that particular dynamic.

”Disturbingly well,” Kelvin confirmed.

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Two hours later Noah was in the lower deck training area with a group of twelve Eclipse members who had been working the VPT for a while now and were at different stages of getting it.

He watched them run through their repetitions for a minute without saying anything. Just watching. The sound of impacts filling the space, some of them clean and some of them not, the difference audible if you knew what you were listening for.

He walked to the nearest post and hit it once.

The sound it made was different from every other sound in the room. A short compressed crack rather than the broader impact the others were producing. The mark it left was the size of a fingertip.

Twelve people stopped what they were doing.

”You’re hitting the surface,” Noah said. ”All of you. You’re thinking about the post and hitting it. I need you to think about a point two inches inside the post and hit that.” He looked at the group. ”The surface is just what’s in the way. What you’re actually striking is what’s behind it.”

A woman in the front row, one of the newer task force members, tried it. Her impact was slightly cleaner than her previous attempts but not there yet.

”Better,” Noah said. ”You’re getting the idea but you’re introducing it at the wrong point. You’re thinking about it when your fist is already moving. The concentration has to be built before the strike starts. By the time your hand is moving the work is already done.”

She tried again.

The sound was different. She felt it too because she looked at her hand and then at the post with the expression of someone who had just understood something in their body rather than their head.

”There,” Noah said. ”That’s it. Do that again.”

She did.

Same sound. Same mark.

”Now don’t think about what you just did,” Noah said. ”Just do it again.”

She did it without thinking about it and it was the cleanest strike she had produced in three weeks.

Noah moved down the line.

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Hours later, the meeting room filled up.

People filtered into the meeting room and found seats. The corridor conversations stopped. When the room was full Noah looked around the table and started.

Noah sat at the head of the table. Aurelius since the beginning has made it clear this was Noah’s operation and the bromance between them has developed to the level he was willing to give up his seat and sit by Noah’s right. Lucas beside Aurelius. Sophie, Kelvin, Diana, Lila, Seraleth, Jayden filling out the Eclipse side. Mira with her display running. Sam at the end with his tablet.

Calder sat across from Noah with the posture of a man who had been in military briefings his whole career and was defaulting to that muscle memory now even in a room full of people he had met six hours ago on a damaged ship in open space.

Le’anna sat beside him. Tail curled around her feet. Eyes moving across the room with the calm attention.

Noah looked at Calder. ”Before we start. I want to explain why we’re asking what we’re about to ask.”

Calder looked at him. ”I was going to ask that actually.”

”We’re headed to the Valdris Expanse,” Noah said. ”Specifically to a planet in that region where a four horn Harbinger has been located. We’ve had confirmation for weeks. We’re going there to engage it.”

Calder stared at him.

”Since when,” he said, ”does a faction from Earth handle Harbinger engagements at that level.”

”Since we decided someone had to,” Lucas said.

”The EDF—”

”Knows,” Sophie said. ”They know where Kruel is. They’ve known for a while.” She held Calder’s eyes. ”They chose not to act because going into that region creates political problems with the species councils out there. Eclipse doesn’t have the same considerations.” She paused. ”Which is why we’re out here and they’re not.”

Calder looked at the table. Processing something. ”A four horn,” he said.

”Yeah,” Noah said.

”You’re going after a four horn Harbinger.”

”Yeah.”

Calder looked around the room. At the people sitting in it. Then out the viewport at the fleet outside. Then back at Noah. ”Okay,” he said slowly. ”What do you need to know.”

”Everything,” Noah said. ”Your deployment region, what you saw, what your squadron encountered before the scouts hit. And then we need Le’anna to tell us what her people have been dealing with in that region for the last six years.”

Calder nodded. He straightened slightly and when he spoke again it came out differently, the debrief voice, the one that had been trained into him. ”Third deployment division. We were running a circuit through the outer sectors, resource delivery and first contact follow-up. The Vel’kai contact had been established by the first team eight months prior. Our orders were to deliver the second aide package and run a threat assessment on Harbinger activity in the region.” He paused. ”The activity in that region was flagged as elevated before we even left. Command knew there was movement out there. We were told it was scout level, manageable.”

”It wasn’t scout level,” Jayden said.

”It wasn’t scout level,” Calder confirmed. ”The ships that hit us on the surface were scouts, technically. But the volume of them and the coordination suggested something directing them. Something with a plan.” He looked at Noah. ”We didn’t get to find out what because we were scattered before we could assess it properly.”

”How many scouts,” Lucas said.

”That we confirmed? Eleven. In the first wave. There may have been more.” He paused. ”Eleven coordinated Harbinger scouts hitting a squadron simultaneously is not a random patrol. That’s a directed operation.”

The room absorbed that.

”Le’anna,” Sophie said, turning to her. ”Your people have been dealing with Harbinger presence in your region for six years. Can you tell us what that looked like. How they came in. What the pattern was.”

Le’anna looked at Sophie for a moment. Then at the display on the table. ”They came from above,” she said. ”The first time we did not understand what we were seeing. Objects descending through the atmosphere. We thought they were debris from something. Rocks perhaps.” She paused. ”They were not rocks.”

”Drop pods,” Kelvin said.

”Is that what you call them,” Le’anna said.

”That’s the standard Harbinger invasion pattern,” Kelvin said, pulling up a display. ”The pods enter atmosphere at high velocity, crash into the surface, and the Harbingers emerge directly into the population center. It creates immediate chaos before any organized defense response can form.” He looked at Le’anna. ”The impact alone kills people in the surrounding area. Then they come out.”

”Yes,” Le’anna said. ”That is what happened. Many pods. Different locations. Our people did not know which direction to respond to first.”

”Deliberate,” Lucas said. ”That’s deliberate dispersal. They choose landing points to maximize confusion and split the defensive response.”

”Our soldiers tried,” Le’anna said. ”They fought. Some of the Harbingers fell.” She said the last part with something behind it, the particular weight of someone who had watched people die proving something was possible. ”But they kept coming. Different sizes. Different. Capabilities.”

”How many horns,” Diana said.

The room went slightly quieter.

”Most had two,” Le’anna said. ”Some had three. The three horned ones were different. Stronger. Harder to stop.” She paused. ”Our people learned from Renn’s colleagues that the horns indicated strength. That more horns meant more dangerous.”

”That’s accurate,” Noah said.

”Were there any four horns,” Diana said.

Le’anna shook her head. ”Not among those that fought.” She paused on the last word.

Diana looked at her. ”Not among those that fought,” she said. ”Meaning there was one that didn’t.”

The room was very still.

Le’anna looked at Diana directly. ”There was one that came with them,” she said. ”That we saw. Only once, from a distance. It did not join the attacks. It did not destroy anything. It simply.” She paused, looking for the right word through the translator. ”Observed.”

”Describe it,” Lucas said.

”Large,” Le’anna said. ”Larger than the others. Four horns.” She looked at the table. ”Our people watched it stand at the edge of one of the destroyed settlements and look at what had been done. Not with satisfaction. Not with anything we could read easily. It just looked. And then it left.”

Nobody spoke for a moment.

Kelvin looked at Noah. Noah looked at Lucas. Lucas looked at the table.

”That sounds like,” Kelvin started.

”Don’t say it yet,” Noah said quietly.

”It could be a different four horn,” Sophie said. ”We do know that there could be more than one.”

”Yeah,” Lucas said. ”We do,”

”But the behavior,” Seraleth said. ”Not participating. Observing. Leaving.” She looked at Noah. ”That matches everything we know about how Kruel operates. He only engages when it’s worth engaging. He was collecting information on Sirius Prime before team seven’s arrival. If her planet wasn’t worth his demonstration yet.”

”Yet,” Lila said.

The word sat there.

”Or,” Jayden said, and everyone looked at him, ”it’s not Kruel at all. It’s something we haven’t accounted for. A different four horn entirely. Which means whatever is on that blue planet isn’t the only problem in that region.”

The room was quiet with that for a moment.

Diana had been watching Le’anna through all of this. She leaned forward slightly and looked at her directly, not aggressively, just the look of someone who wanted a straight answer and was going to ask for one.

”This Harbinger,” Diana said. ”The one that observed. The four horn. Did it have a name. Did your people give it one. Did Renn’s colleagues say anything about it.”

Le’anna shook her head. ”We had no name for it,” she said. ”Renn’s colleagues who survived long enough to speak with our people knew of a powerful Harbinger in that region. But by the time they told us this, the scouts had already returned.” She paused. ”We never saw the four horn again after that one time.”

Diana nodded slowly.

”I see,” she said.