[Aboard "Hope-One", Orbiting Planet Gelatina-4]
"They're gone..."
Admiral Vargas looked out the cracked viewport. Space was silent, but the screams of his crew still echoed in his mind. The fleet? Vaporized. Earth? Radio silence. Humanity? On its final breath.
A junior officer walked toward him, his uniform soaked in coolant and despair.
"S-sir... the backup fleet never made it. We're completely surrounded by Desplumators."
Admiral Vargas closed tight his jaw. "Then we have no choice..."
He reached for the console. A button covered in dust, labeled with four letters nobody had dared press in centuries.
C.U.A.C.
Confirm: Activate CUAC-X Experimental Unit? Y/N
He was hesitating to push it
"Sir, wait! That project was considered... moronic! Weaponized ducks? It was a joke-"
"So is the human race if we don't try."
CLICK. Or CUAC.
[ Secret Cryo Bunker, Moon of Quackron-7]
Power surges. A red light blinks. Tubes hiss.
One by one, pods open. Feathers flutter. Beaks click. Goggles bright.
"Captain Cuac online."
The duck slowly paddles forward, mechanical legs vibrating beneath his plump belly.
"Mission: Save galaxy. Objective: Be adorable while doing it."
Thus I have said, thus it will be CUAC.