Far away from Earth, in a distant corner beyond even the Milky Way, the leaders of the alien planet Elixr were furious.
The defeat had been humiliating.
They had trusted Nilgiris and his Syndicate to prepare Earth for their arrival. To change the minds of its people. To make the planet weak and ready for takeover.
But now, two young teenagers had shattered all of those plans.
It was an insult they couldn't ignore.
Inside the grand halls of Elixr's main council chamber, Magira, the leader of Elixr, stood in front of a giant starlit map of the universe. His hands were clenched tight behind his back, his skin shimmering faintly with the shifting colors of their home planet.
The other council members were silent, watching him.
Finally, in a deep, steady voice, Magira spoke.
Magira:
"We trusted the creatures of the blue planet. We thought their codes, their programming knowledge, their technology—especially Nilgiris—would be enough."
He turned sharply to face his commanders, his golden eyes flashing.
Magira:
"But now... defeated. By two pitiful teenagers."
He spat the words out like they were poison.
The room stayed silent. No one dared to interrupt him.
Magira:
"We cannot depend on their codes anymore. Nilgiris has lost our respect. But we also cannot proceed without him. Not yet."
The other leaders shifted nervously. They knew what Magira was hinting at.
A direct intervention.
Santy, Magira's trusted first-in-command, stepped forward carefully.
Santy:
"My lord, if we cannot trust Nilgiris, are you suggesting... we go to the blue planet ourselves?"
Magira nodded slowly.
Magira:
"Yes. We must go. But we must understand our limits. We cannot walk among them freely."
He pointed at the grand window, where a distant image of Earth floated in the cosmic darkness.
Magira:
"The creatures of the blue planet—humans—are simple yet sensitive. They would recognize us at once. Our forms are different. Our energies... too foreign. If they see us, they will fight back. And this time, we might not be able to hide our existence anymore."
Santy frowned, thinking hard.
Santy:
"Then why go at all, my lord? If we must stay hidden, what can we accomplish?"
Magira smiled thinly, a dangerous smile.
Magira:
"Our presence will pressure Nilgiris. It will remind him that he is not working alone—or free. When he knows we are nearby, watching, he will act faster. He will be more desperate. Fear is a powerful motivator."
Santy bowed his head in agreement.
Santy:
"Then shall I begin preparations for the journey, my lord?"
Magira:
"Yes. Make every arrangement."
He paused, his voice turning firm.
Magira:
"And prepare for a long stay. We do not know when we will return. Bring extra commodities—nutrients, energy packs, cloaking devices, everything we might need."
Santy:
"Of course, my lord. I will make sure nothing is forgotten."
As Santy turned to leave, he stopped and glanced back.
Santy:
"And, if I may ask... who else shall accompany us?"
Magira thought for a moment, calculating.
Magira:
"A small team. Just seven of us, including you and me. We must mirror the Syndicate's numbers. Seven against seven. If they betray us—or fail again—we will be ready to eliminate them ourselves."
Santy's eyes widened slightly at the coldness of Magira's words.
But he nodded without hesitation.
Santy:
"Understood, my lord. I will select our best."
Magira turned back to the star map, staring at Earth's small, blue shimmer.
Magira (whispering to himself):
"You have mocked us once, creatures of Earth. You will not do so again."
Preparations started immediately.
In the deep laboratories of Elixr, strange machines began humming and vibrating as energy cores were loaded into sleek black ships. Transparent capsules were filled with rare atmospheric gases, allowing the Elixrians to survive the Earth's environment without fully revealing their biological forms.
Each of the selected seven was an expert.
Zyro—an infiltration specialist.
Vethra—a master of bio-energy manipulation.
Corvin—a signal disruptor and technician.
Meyla—a strategist who could predict enemy movements.
Torven—the strongest warrior among them.
And of course, Magira and Santy themselves.
Each was briefed carefully.
Their orders were simple:
Do not be seen.
Pressure Nilgiris and the Syndicate.
Ensure the planet is prepared for harvesting.
And if necessary, eliminate the teenagers.
By the next rotation cycle, the ship was ready.
It shimmered like a living shadow, barely visible even when standing right in front of it.
The group of seven boarded silently, their mission sealed in secrecy.
As the engines began to hum with power, Santy turned to Magira.
Santy (smiling slightly):
"It begins, my lord."
Magira said nothing.
He simply watched as the stars blurred into long streaks and their ship left Elixr behind, slicing through the void toward a small, troublesome planet.
A planet that had resisted them once.
A planet that would now feel the presence of something it had never known before—
True, relentless watchers from the stars.