Chapter 10: Celestial's Blessing

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1 day after incident #3 "Meteor Crash": Survivor Campsite #101.

I wouldn't be surprised to say this "person" inside the gigantic meteor could be dead. Some from The Prophecy's Eye say the person that walked out from the meteor was a mere hologram. Nothing of trusted sources can be told until further investigation. 

*Aster's POV*

I definitely crash landed, but where I went is still a mystery.  I see people piling up on the "Landing device" that I hastily made, most likely because some of the people are dead inside or under the meteorite. I was brought into interrogation, and I would tell them every I know if I ever gets a chance. There are more and more people stacking up on the meteorite like items on a shelf, so it's probably for the better that I don't move the "mystery".

It felt like 2 days passed, and they finally trusted me on not being a hologram from aliens. I was granted permission to access most places, and I rushed to someone I felt like could be trustworthy of keeping a secret. Then I stumbled across a young fella, who looks very nice, but every army member around him seems terrified. Like the good person I am, I went over and asked him what's wrong, and by the looks of it, isn't anything good. He told me he took the army into battle with "Dominator" which he further explains is a black melted man who doesn't have arms. I thought I could trust him with the secret, so I told him the truth, whilst quite literally begging him not to tell anyone, before it causes more casualties.

*Aaron's POV*

It spread like wildfire that the person from the meteor has been proven real and not controlled by puppeteers from outer space. I am doubting the reliability of said statement, so even though he is granted Level 4 Access to most of the camp, I'll keep an eye on him. 

Well, I speak of the devil! Moments after entering the gym like every day ever, I felt someone behind me. I turned around and there he was. The man who proclaimed to be a "scientist" and the one responsible for creating Dominator—Dr. Aster. He looked around, looking like he is desperately searching for something. Then he saw me and told other people to leave. They did what he said, because they know very well that this person can kill them with ease.He came closer and closer, in fact, almost so close I can fell his breath. 'Kid, you've got to listen. Gaster will be here at any second. Oh wait-my apologies, what your name?' were what I could hear. Scared yet intrigued, I responded. 'I'm Aaron. Aaron Smithe. The son of John Smithe, the ex-captain of the Delta Infantry Division and I am also the one who nearly got all of the Elite Battalion killed after a confrontation of a tired Dominator.' He seems puzzled. 'You know, the black melted man with no arms at all?' He finally gets me. 'Oh! You're talking about Gaster. I knew it! There's a big secret I really need to tell you.' Aster looked around trying to make sure no-one else is listening. 'The meteor over there was an object made by me, using some sort of weird Quantum-Magnetisation. I call it Planetary Control. And please,' he added, 'Don't tell anyone about this, Aaron.' As he dashes to the research facility.

As Aster dashed towards the research facility, he was greeted by a huge metallic boxlike structure. Knowing he has the access to The Nuclear Vault, the ungodly amount of guards gave way to Aster, now more than confident he knows more than the research team will ever do.

Side story—Unnecessary to the main storyline

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Author's notes: The jumbled-up letters are encoded in Caesar Cipher 1 right.

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