PROTOGEN ( NEW CIVILIZATION)

Part 7--- Skorpion side---

Planet: Earth

Time: 00:30

Location: Traitor Base (Scorpion)

Nordan sat at his large, metallic desk, the dim light casting long shadows across the room. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the faint hum of distant machinery. His fingers tapped rhythmically on the table as he stared out the narrow window. Outside, his army trained, preparing for the next phase of their assault. Yet his thoughts were elsewhere, clouded by the news that had shattered his confidence earlier.

NORDAN: How did that fool manage to stumble into my ship?

His brow furrowed, frustration bubbling up inside him. He had given clear instructions—no one was to leave his ship unattended. But, as usual, his soldiers' carelessness had put everything at risk. One small mistake, and now there was a man, an outsider, roaming around the BIOFLAME planet. Worse, he could uncover secrets that were never meant to leave the confines of his ship.

NORDAN: If that man messes with my plans, if my enemies get their hands on him... it could all collapse. I could lose everything.

The weight of his situation pressed down on him. He stood abruptly, pacing the room, his footsteps echoing against the cold, metal floor. His mind raced with contingency plans, but each one seemed more fragile than the last. His years of planning, the countless sacrifices, all of it was in danger because of one man.

Suddenly, a knock on the office door broke his spiraling thoughts.

NORDAN: Who is it?

ARZINA: It's me, Father, Arzina.

NORDAN: Come in.

The door slid open, and Arzina stepped inside. She was tall, imposing, her presence demanding respect. Her armor gleamed under the sparse lighting, and her eyes, sharp and focused, betrayed her readiness for what lay ahead.

ARZINA: Good evening, Father.

Nordan sat back down, his eyes narrowing as he studied her.

NORDAN: Evening. How far are you with preparations?

ARZINA: Almost finished. I just need to equip my armor and load a few more packs of ammunition.

NORDAN: Arzina... do you know why I chose you for this mission?

ARZINA: No, Father.

Nordan stood up again, walking over to her, his hand resting on her shoulder. He looked into her eyes, his voice lowering.

NORDAN: Because I trust you. I've been preparing you for this moment since the day you could walk. This mission is vital—not just to me, but to our entire people. You are the only one capable of completing it.

Arzina stood taller, absorbing his words. She had always known this moment would come, but the weight of it felt heavier now than ever.

NORDAN: Your mission is clear. You must track down the man who boarded my ship, the one who wandered into BIOFLAME. According to my calculations, he's about your age. Use that to your advantage if necessary. But remember, Arzina, I need him alive. He's the key to everything. Without him, our plans will fail, and everything we've worked for will be lost.

ARZINA: I understand. I won't fail.

Nordan stepped back, his gaze unwavering.

NORDAN: You're young, fast, and quiet. This mission will require every skill you've honed over the years. Be swift, be smart. My people will transport you to BIOFLAME, where my contact, Lucas, will meet you. He's been briefed and will guide you from there. But remember—this mission is highly secret. No one outside of us can know.

ARZINA: How long do I have?

NORDAN: Three months. That's all the time you get. After that... if you haven't completed your mission... then you're no longer my daughter. Do you understand?

The threat hung in the air, heavy and sharp.

ARZINA: Yes, Father, I understand.

NORDAN: Good. You leave in half an hour, exactly at 01:00. And, Arzina... if you fail, it's not just your life at stake. Our entire people depend on this mission. If you don't bring him back, alive, our enemies will find him, and they will use him to destroy us.

ARZINA: I won't let that happen.

Nordan allowed himself a rare smile, pride swelling in his chest.

NORDAN: I know. That's why you're my last hope.

Arzina turned to leave, but Nordan's voice stopped her.

NORDAN: Arzina!

She paused, turning back to face him.

NORDAN: Good luck. I love you. If you die, remember your father... as the hero who trusted you with everything.

ARZINA: I won't forget. Goodbye, Father.

With that, she left the office, the door sliding shut behind her. Nordan stood there, staring at the door long after she was gone. His thoughts returned to the mission, to the man on BIOFLAME, and to the precarious future that now rested entirely in his daughter's hands.

NORDAN: He must not escape. Everything depends on it