Arkan stood at the heart of the command center, the holographic displays shimmering around him, painting his face with the cold, blue light of the Leviathan’s core systems. The rig, Sector 4, his newly claimed fortress, hummed with a controlled energy, a stark contrast to the chaos that had erupted moments before. He could feel every system, every drone, every struggling PMC soldier trapped in their barracks – all extensions of his own amplified consciousness. His family, Zara, Maya, Luna, and Riley, were either safe within his control or accounted for, their bio-signatures clear and stable, except for Riley’s erratic readings, a constant reminder of the battle they had just won, and the enemies they still faced.
"They’re mobilizing the fleet," Zara’s voice, sharp and professional now, cu
