The room fell silent instantly, the other high-ranking members, each a fully awakened being, turning their attention to It.
"Enough,"
The grandmaster's voice which was neither feminine or masculine the same as Its figure echoed through the hall, deep and resonant.
"A new variable has appeared, that variable Is twisting and changing the flow of fate In ways I cannot see."
It said It's voice betraying years of life's vistitudes as It did the members of the secret order gasped In astonishment not believing the grandmasters words.
"H... how Is this possible?"
"It's Impossible noone can hide themselves from grandmasters eyes"
"Wait could It be the mythical Einherjar?!"
As the word Einherjar left the members mouth ewryone froze stiff In horror as If that being was the scariest thing In existence, scarier than even the most nightmarish creature from the deepest depths of hell.
"Yes It's the Infamous g*dkiller a being that fights alone a one man army, an abomination that shouldnt exist, Its mere existence defies the laws of existence the last time such entity appeared It turned the galaxy upside down, only five forgotten empires still exist from that time, they are still to scarred to even step out from their borders"
The grandmaster said with no fluctuation In Its voice yet the slight trembling of It's body betrayed It's Internal turmoil, but It quickly took control of It's emotions.
"Despite this we must continue to guide the civilizations of the M*lky W*y toward their next step. Whether they form a galactic republic or an empire, they must be united and strong enough to face the impending disasters.We must continue to manipulate them In taking the next step"
It looked around the table, Its gaze piercing. Hearing this the council members nodded, their resolve strengthening in the face of their leader's conviction.
The grandmaster's words carried the weight of destiny, and they knew what they had to do.
"We will guide them,"
The melodic-voiced figure said, her tone now resolute.
"We will ensure they are ready."
"Agreed,"
Krall rumbled.
"The galaxy will be prepared."
The council members began to rise, their figures dissolving into the shadows as they departed to carry out their tasks.
The grandmaster remained for a moment, Its eyes fixed on the table where the fate of the galaxy was being shaped.
"It's been millions of years..."
It whispered to Itself as It looked at the tendrils of fate constantly appearing and disappearing In Its view and the cause of It was a pitch black peeble sized particle that was like a black hole devouring ewrything arround It like a deserts sand soaks up water.
"...will you follow youre intended purpuse and flood the galaxy In blood or will you become somenthing more than just a weapon created with science and the occult for a foolish, pampered and Intaitled Imperial crown princess?"
As the grandmaster left, the massive hall grew silent once more.
The statues and windows stood as silent witnesses to the decisions made within, their stone faces and glass scenes bearing eternal witness to the unfolding of fate.
The gears of destiny had been set in motion, and the galaxy would soon feel the ripples of their actions.
The impending disaster was coming, and the civilizations of the M*lky W*y would need every bit of guidance and strength the order could provide.
...
"My grandmother runs faster than you and she's f*cking six feet deep in the ground!"
I roared at the top of my lungs straight into Airids ear, who looked like he was about to pass out from overheating and severe lack of oxygen.
Sweat trickled down his body, completely soaking his gym shirt and shorts.
His mouth was wide open with his tongue sticking out like a dog's as he tried to inhale as much air as possible while running on the treadmill.
The others were watching, catching their breath on the side, looking both amused and relieved that they weren't the ones currently in my crosshairs.
The onlookers, a mix of other passengers and crew members using the gym, were also watching well more like giving us strange stares the ones you would give a mental patient.
Finally, the treadmill's counter hit 3 kilometers. As it did, the treadmill automatically started slowing down.
"Don't even think about stepping down, weeb. Keep running while slowing down!"
I barked, seeing Airid trying to jump off which was a big fat red no for anyone who exercised regularly.
"Drac... I'm dying over here...!"
Airid managed to say through his heavy breathing.
"I don't give a f*ck, If you can still talk then you can still run so keep running,"
I snapped back.
As Airid continued his cooldown, the rest of the gang sat on the side, catching their breath and shaking their heads.
"F*ck, no wonder your soldiers called you the demon drill sergeant from hell,"
Paul said, wiping sweat from his forehead.
Julian, who was stretching his spasming legs, nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, you're one cold hearted f*cker, Drac. Poor Airid looks like he's about to drop dead any moment."
Robert, taking a swig from his water bottle, chuckled.
"Better him than us."
Darius, always the joker, added.
"I think I'd rather face a pistol pressed against my forehead than your training regimen, Drac."
Finally, Airid slowed down to a walk and then after normalizing his breathing stepped off the treadmill, his legs trembling.
"Good, 1 kilometer per 3 minutes and 50 seconds,"
I commented, noting his time.
The onlookers, having witnessed the intensity of the workout, murmured among themselves, some were impressed, while others were simply glad they weren't in Airids shoes.
Suddenly, the ship-wide announcement system crackled to life.
"Attention passengers, we are preparing for a reverse burn. Please secure yourselves in the crash seats immediately."
The announcement snapped everyone to attention. We all scrambled to the gym's crash seats, securing ourselves with the X shaped safety belts.
The transport spaceship's pilot initiated the sequence, and the ship began to spin around using its secondary chemical thrusters.
The room's artificial gravity shifted, making us feel like we were tilting backward.
The main thrusters fired up, and a powerful burst of acceleration pressed us into our seats.
The sensation was intense, a combination of weightlessness and crushing force.
The view through the gym's observation windows showed the vastness of space and the distant twinkle of stars.
The thrusters' roar was a constant reminder of the sheer power required to maneuver the massive spaceship.
"Well, this is fun,"
Robert grunted, his voice strained from the force.
"Sure"
I replied, gritting my teeth.
"I feel like I'm about to puke out my guts"
After a few minutes, the ship's thrusters cut off, and the artificial gravity stabilized.
The reverse burn slowed us down to a minimum speed, ensuring a safe approach to our destination.
"Anyone else feels like dropping dead?"
I asked, looking around at my battle brothers.
Paul nodded, loosening his harness.
"Yeah, just another day in the life of twenty-third century."
Julian and Darius exchanged relieved glances, while Airid managed a weak smile.
"I'm alive... barely."
We all unstrapped ourselves from the crash seats, stretching and shaking off the effects of the maneuver. The ship-wide announcement system chimed again.
"Attention passengers, the reverse burn is complete. We will be arriving at the Galactic Council's citadel in approximately twelve hours."
The announcement brought a sense of excitement and anticipation. Our journey was nearing its end, and the real adventure was about to begin.
"Alright you heard the man, let's hit the showers and get some shuteye"
I advised as I did my battle brothers cheered at once, relieved that the four day long hell training was over, seeing this I grinned evilly because this was just a demo before the real training after all It was my duty to prepare them for then the s*it hits the fan.
So if It meant putting my battle brothers through absolute hell so that they would have the strength, stamina, reflexes, and training needed to walk out of an utter cluster f*ck alive then I was going to do just that.
I thought as I led the way to our rooms.