### **Outer Knights: The Last Order**
**Chapter:1 Starting Point**
The screen displayed a countdown:
**\[3 Enemies Remaining]**
**Sean** (grinning): "Fourteenth kill!"
He fired once more—clean shot.
**Sean**: "Fifteenth! That's it, we're done here."
**Nyx** (dryly): "Nice hit. Though I gotta say... took you long enough."
A system message blinked into view:
**Battle Points: Tied. End Training or Continue?**
**Sean**: "One more round. Let's raise the stakes. More kills wins, the loser will give a threat."
**Nyx**: "Challenge accepted. Show me what you've got."
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### **System Loading…**
> *Initializing Sequence: Genesis Protocol.*
A low hum filled the air, growing into a rhythmic pulse.
> *Core Systems Online. Awaiting Parameter Input.*
The chamber lit up with flickering lights. A massive holographic map unfolded—networks of symbols and data streams flowing in midair.
> *Target Designation: Training Grounds. Simulation Parameters Loading.*
The image shifted, revealing a barren yet majestic landscape: mountains in the distance, a swirling vortex of energy above, and plains stretching for miles.
> *Terrain Generation: Complete. Bio-Signature Database: Activated.*
Alien flora burst from the ground, glowing faintly. Unfamiliar creatures flickered into view, morphing and adapting as the simulation finalized.
> *Training Protocol: Commence.*
A figure emerged—fully armored, eyes glowing beneath a sleek helmet.
> *Prepare for combat. Hostiles deployed.*
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The simulation buzzed with energy.
The air was thick with ozone and the metallic scent of virtual blood.
Sean, leaning against a crumbling wall, let smoke curl from the barrels of his twin Desert Eagles. A cocky smirk crept onto his face.
**Sean**: "Well, Nyx, looks like your fancy sniper rifle couldn't keep up with my lead."
Perched atop a ruined tower, **Nyx** adjusted her scope, tone light but sharp.
**Nyx**: "Don't get cocky. Those last three enemies? I dropped them with single shots—from across the map."
**Sean**: "Please. I had to get up close and personal. It's the thrill of the chase. You just sit back and click heads."
**Nyx** (grinning): "Maybe so. But I got the most kills."
Sean's smirk wavered slightly—but not this time.
**Nyx**: "Talking like you've already won?"
The match raged on. Each point fought for.
Tension built. Rivalry burned.
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> **Character Notes**:
**Nyx** – A master sniper, born with extraordinary eyesight. Her unique vision is enhanced by a specialized fluid, giving her precision beyond anyone in her unit.
**Sean Gains** – Son of a legendary warrior. While not the best at any one thing, Sean's strength lies in his versatility and strategic mind. His leadership, adaptability, and raw determination earned him the title of Captain.
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> **\[1 Enemy Remaining]**
**Sean**: "There's the last one. Nyx, chance of you getting it? Zero."
He held out a handful of sniper rounds, their metallic surfaces gleaming.
**Sean** (grinning): "Out of ammo. You need these to finish the match, right? Gonna make this a bit more… realistic."
**Nyx**: "Playing unfair now?"
**Sean**: "I know I wouldn't reach it first, so I leveled the field a little. Just let me have this win... I'll be the one treating after."
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### **Scene: War Shuttle Request – HQ**
**Sean** (knocking politely): "Hi, Miss Vanessa. We're here to submit our 80th TPA cards—Tactical Proficiency Assessment."
**Vanessa** (sighing): "You two again."
**Nyx**: "Eighty requests, and we're back to ask—*once more*—for a war shuttle. We're not exactly built for endless training cycles."
**Vanessa**: "How many times do I have to repeat myself? You need **five** members to qualify for a shuttle. It's still just the two of you."
**Sean**: "We don't need extra members. We can handle missions on our own."
**Vanessa** (leaning back): "Funny. That's exactly what the last pair said. Now they're just names on a gravestone—or what's left floating in space."
**Nyx** (brushing a strand of hair back, grinning): "Let me try a different strategy. Miss Vanessa… your eyes are like stars—so bright and distant. I couldn't help but notice them."
**Vanessa** (deadpan): "Kid, I *know* my eyes are great. But I don't date younger men. I prefer someone mature. Someone who argues back. A lot."
**Sean** (laughs): "Damn, Nyx. Rejected in under five seconds. New record."
**Nyx** (awkwardly): "I feel weird just saying it."
**Nyx** (clears throat, serious now): "Look, Miss Valentine. You think we can't handle this? I was one of the best snipers in my training unit—and my captain, this bestfriend of mine? He's the son of **Sander Gains**. *The* legend."
**Sean** (quietly): "Nyx... I'm not trying to live in my dad's shadow. I want to build my own name. My own story."
**Vanessa** (suddenly cold): "The world you're asking to enter? It's worse than you know. You talk about legends… but those 'legends' didn't do it alone. They had squads. Teams who bled and died together."
*(The air stiffens. For a moment, Vanessa stares into the distance—haunted. A painful memory flashes behind her eyes.)*
**Vanessa**: "Take a look at Tier 2 units. They're monsters in human form. And even they don't go solo."
**Vanessa**: "I'm so tired of dealing with you two."
**Vanessa**: " Nyx, if you want to see the world beyond what you know, and Sean, if you truly want to find answers about your father..."
*(She turns to her console and starts typing furiously.)*
**Vanessa**: "I'll process your cards. Expect that I will manually assigned a list of candidates tomorrow."
**Sean + Nyx**: "Wait—what?! Come on!"
**Vanessa**: "If both of you really want to be a warrior, you need to lower your ego. There are plenty of warriors like you two just, waiting for someone to recognize their potential.
**Vanessa** "let's end this conversation for now. I have a bunch of things that needed to finish."
(Vanessa start pushing them toward the door): I'll call when I complete the documents."
*(The door slams shut behind them.)*
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### **Scene: Squad Assignment – Vanessa's Office**
**Vanessa**: *"Finally, you're both here."*
**Vanessa** (hands over a tablet): *"Sean, read through these documents. You're going to be leading them."*
*She leans against her desk, arms crossed.*
**Vanessa**: *"I picked them based on your preferences—strong, capable, and unpredictable. So don't expect an easy time getting along."*
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**Vanessa**: *"First up: Ava Vergil, age 21. Melee specialist. Comes from a wealthy family background. She's deadly with twin blades and always serious, like she's got the weight of the world on her shoulders. But…"*
*She pauses with a sigh.*
**Vanessa**: *"…she's got a temper. Zero patience. Doesn't work well with people she thinks are 'beneath her level.'"*
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**Vanessa**: *"Next: Sam Cruz, 20 years old. Assault-type. He made Tier when he was just 19, so he's no joke in combat. Fast, aggressive."*
**Sean** (raising an eyebrow): *"If he's Tier, then why's he here?"*
**Vanessa**: *"Because the Tier squad he belonged to was wiped out."*
*Her tone grows heavy for a moment.*
**Vanessa**: *"Since then, no one's wanted to take him in—and he's not exactly eager to join anyone either. I had to *force* him into this placement. Keep an eye on him, Sean. He's carrying a lot, emotionally. He can be reckless, sharp-tongued, and sometimes… a danger to himself."*
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**Vanessa**: *"And finally, Aster Vance. Age 29. Goes by the nickname *'Tortoise.'*"*
*Sean and Nyx exchange glances.*
**Vanessa** (smirks): *". The man's been training in isolation for years. His body's like stone—literally. He's a tank, through and through."*
**Nyx**: *"Why's someone like him joining *now*?"*
**Vanessa**: *"Because, until recently, he didn't think the world was ready for him—or maybe he wasn't ready for it. But now? He's made his choice. And once Aster decides something… he will do it."*
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**Vanessa**: *"That's your team, Sean. A assault, a tank, and a melee specialist . Not exactly a dream team, but they've got potential—*if* you can keep them together."*
**Nyx** (smirking): *"Sounds like a sitcom waiting to happen."*