15th August – 9th October , Space Era Years 103.
The war between the Centory Kingdom and the World Government erupted in full force — and on the day Aerys Vilozyver received the recall transmission from the Central Command on Altheum, he knew at once that this was no longer a drill.
"Major Aerys Vilozyver — you are hereby ordered, under the direct command of Lord Aelyzabeth Thors, to assume leadership of the Seventh Fleet of the Virax Strategic Command.Objective: capture General Karl Andrewsen alive."
The voice of Field Marshal Vito Vilozyver, his father, resonated through the secure military channel — terse, resolute, and devoid of further explanation.
The Battle of Verlvitamax — Virax Star System
The void surrounding Verlvitamax burned with the wreckage and fire of a thousand shattered vessels. The Centory Fleet, arrayed in a spearhead formation, tore through the Earth forces' defensive line with precise, unrelenting ferocity.
"Fourth line reports thirty-eight percent casualties! Flagship power levels at seventy-two percent! Awaiting further orders, Major!"
Within the command chamber of the CNS Valiance, Aerys sat in silence — his gaze cold and unmoving, reflecting the flames that danced across the screens before him. Outside, the enemy's fleet disintegrated into glowing embers over the slowly rotating planet below, bathed in the twin suns' pale light.
"Descend fifteen lipterns," he ordered quietly."Deploy the Scherohenser Unit for boarding."
"Yes, sir! Eighty-two troopers ready to launch within one hundred twenty seconds!"
Sirens wailed through the metallic corridors. Crimson lights flashed across steel walls, the air thick with the scent of fuel and scorched iron. Amidst the armored soldiers stood a tall young man in a pristine white flight suit — unarmored, unadorned, utterly calm.
"Major, your armor— you're not wearing it?" a sergeant called out in disbelief."Armor slows me down," Aerys replied, his voice quiet yet absolute. "I need nothing that delays my purpose."
No one dared to argue.
The hatches opened, and Centory soldiers plunged into the void. They soared across the dark expanse, magnetic grips latching onto the enemy's flagship as simulated gravity warped around them. Plasma fire crackled across the breach.
"All units — ignite pressure charges! Breach the eastern gate!"
A blinding flash erupted as white plasma tore the reinforced doors apart. Screams echoed within the decompression chamber as the Scherohenser Unit advanced — silent, efficient, lethal, like specters forged of iron and vengeance.
Aerys led the assault from the front, firing each shot with unerring precision, his eyes devoid of hesitation.
"They're on the command deck! Seal the northern corridor!""Aye, sir! Passage sealed!"
The rhythmic thunder of armored boots filled the ship. Within fifteen minutes, the enemy fleet was subdued — their flagship engulfed in smoke, its systems severed.
Aerys entered the command deck. There, General Karl Andrewsen stood amidst defeated officers, his face pale, pride shattered.
"Who are you…" Karl muttered. "A child… a mere major — to bring down the fleet of Earth?"
Aerys met his eyes, his expression unreadable.
"I am Aerys Vilozyver — son of Lord Aelyzabeth Thors."
At the sound of that name, Karl's composure faltered. Fear flickered across his gaze.
"The son… of that demon woman…"
Aerys raised his weapon slowly, voice colder than the steel surrounding them.
"Then let me return your words… to where they belong."
A burst of light — sharp, final — and silence reclaimed the chamber.
12th October, Space Era Years 103.
The war ended in Centory's triumph. Lord Aelyzabeth Thors attended the victory ceremony in full regalia — her face pale from illness, yet her smile toward her son held the warmth of a thousand suns.
"Aerys… you've done splendidly.""I merely fulfilled my duty, Mother.""No — you've done more than that. You've restored honor to the name of Thors."
That very day, Aerys Vilozyver was formally promoted to the rank of Colonel. The hall thundered with applause as his name echoed through the banners of Centory's might.
24th October, Space Era Years 103.
Twelve days after victory —
Aerys sat alone in the office of the Supreme Command Palace of Centory. Piles of documents loomed before him under the sterile white glow. The quiet hum of data terminals filled the room.
"Colonel, urgent transmission from the Octaius System.""Proceed."
The officer's voice trembled.
"Lord Aelyzabeth Thors' command vessel… has exploded in orbit. No life signals detected…"
Silence.Time itself seemed to stop.
Aerys looked up slowly. His eyes betrayed no emotion — yet his words cut through the air like tempered steel.
"Verify it again. My mother does not die so easily."
Within hours, news of the explosion spread across the empire. By dusk, Centory was divided.
One faction — the Thorsian Loyalists — swore unwavering allegiance, vowing to await Lord Aelyzabeth's return.The other — the Freedom Uprising, led by Margaret von Thors, Aelyzabeth's own sister — demanded the immediate establishment of a new democratic regime.
Riots ignited across the capital, Berlyn. Explosions tore through the streets as banners of loyalty and rebellion clashed under a blood-red sky.
Yet Aerys remained seated in that same quiet office, holding a faded photograph — his mother's serene smile immortalized in white uniform.
"Mother survived more than a hundred and twenty assassination attempts…"he whispered to himself."She's endured worse than this. She's not dead."
And in the reflection upon the glass before him —the shadow of the next leader began to take form, silent and unyielding, as the embers of peace turned once more to ash.
Thus ends Chapter B-X.