Episode 1: The Warrior Who Crossed Dimensions



The sky above the planet of Elyria  burned like a wound split open across the heavens.

For hours, the Bio Dominion descended from orbit in waves. Their black war cruisers  hovered above cities of silver towers and blue crystal roads, blotting out the stars and casting everything below into a false night. Then the bombardment  begun. Fire  rained from the sky. Energy blasts  torn apart great bridges of light. The crystal rivers that once glowed with life boiled under the assault, turning to steam that rolled across the land like the breath of a dying world.

The people of Elyria ran in panic through streets that had once known only peace. Families called out for one another over the roar of explosions. Defenders fought where they could, but the Bio Dominion came prepared for annihilation, not conquest. Their monsters swarmed through the avenues like living plagues, cutting down resistance and crushing the last hope of organized defense. Even a mighty Ultra Celestaran warrior trying to intervene couldn't stop the onslaught. 

On a ridge overlooking one of the last intact launch stations, Trenton Rush stood in the middle of the chaos, half-covered in soot and illuminated by the red glare of burning buildings below. His blond hair was matted against his forehead by sweat, and his breathing came hard and ragged. He wore the red combat gear of the Elyria Dimensional Guard, though parts of it had already been scorched and torn in the battle. In his right hand, he gripped an energy blade whose glow flickered weakly, strained from overuse.

Below him, a great tower buckled. It tilted with a shriek of twisting metal and collapsed into the city, sending up a cloud of glittering debris and fire.

Trenton took a step forward as if he could somehow still throw himself back into the fight and save all of it through sheer force of will.

Elena West caught him by the arm before he could move.

She looked almost unreal in the light of the flames. Her white and gold field armor was stained with ash, and the small cape-like combat tabs at her waist fluttered in the hot wind sweeping over the ridge. Even then, there had been something steady in her face. Her dark eyes shone with fear, but also with resolve.

Elena West: Trenton, we have to leave, my love! Right now!

He turned toward her with disbelief and anger burning together in his voice.

Trenton Rush: We can still fight! There are still people down there.

Elena tightened her grip on him.

Elena West: And if we die with them, then Elyria truly will have ended tonight.

Another explosion rocked the horizon. A dome-shaped civic hall in the distance  burst apart, sending a pillar of white fire into the sky. The shockwave rolled over the ridge and made the ground tremble beneath their boots.

Trenton looked back at the city, and for a moment he seemed ready to ignore her and charge back into the inferno anyway. That was who he was. He was a man who always moved toward danger, not away from it. He trained his whole life to protect others, and now the one thing he  been made to do was being stolen from him by sheer scale, by disaster too large for one warrior to stop.

Elena stepped in front of him and forced him to look at her.

Elena West: Listen to me. If Elyria has any future left, it's with us. The dimensional escape route is still open. The fleet is already gone. That Ultra Celestaran can't hold them back forever, and the Defenders of Everything aren't coming! We're the last surviving guard unit in this quadrant. If we stay, then nothing of this world will survive!

Trenton stared at her. Behind the anger in his eyes, the truth took hold like ice. It was unbearable, but it was true.

Beyond the ridge, the launch station shook under a nearby strike. A sleek one-man interceptor exploded on its platform. A second craft, smaller and more specialized, remained intact under a shield field that flickered in and out of existence.

It was the last dimensional runner.

Elena softened then, just for a moment.

Elena West: We promised each other we would survive this together.

He looked at her face, and in that instant, surrounded by the death of their world, he found the strength to nod.

Trenton Rush: Together.



They ran toward the launch station as another squadron of Bio Dominion attack beasts soared overhead.

At the far end of the platform, the last runner was waiting for them, its hull glowing pale blue along the seams. The station around it  already been abandoned. Emergency alarms wailed over loudspeakers that cut in and out beneath static. Sparks rained from shattered conduits overhead. Parts of the platform cracked and were unstable, but the launch controls still responded when Elena reached them.

She moved quickly, entering override sequences with the speed of someone who  memorized them for a day she never believed would actually come.

Trenton stood guard at the hatch, blade in hand, facing the open platform.

Shapes emerged in the smoke beyond the station.

They did not rush forward. They only watched.

Bio Dominion creatures with glowing eyes and distorted, armored bodies stepped into view. Some were tall and skeletal, with horned heads and taloned hands. Others were broad and reptilian, breathing vapor that steamed in the cold wind. At the center of them all, farther back in the smoke, a towering figure stood motionless beneath a flowing cloak of black bio-fiber armor. Its face was not visible, but its yellow eyes glowed like lamps in the ruin.

The monsters parted slightly around that figure, as if acknowledging rank.

Trenton raised his blade.

Trenton Rush: Come on, then. Come on!

None of them charged.

Elena looked up from the console.

Elena West: Trenton! The route is set! Let's go!

The dimensional runner powered up beneath them with a rising hum. The hatch slid open.

Trenton backed toward it slowly, never taking his eyes off the Bio Dominion.

Something about their stillness disturbed him more than if they attacked. It felt as if they allowed the launch. As if they wanted him to go.

He stepped into the craft. Elena tried to follow him in, but that was when they struck. She was grabbed by the minions of the Bio Dominion. Trenton tried to reach out, but the hatch sealed shut.

Within seconds, the runner launched. It shot upward in a pillar of blue light just as the platform below erupted under a delayed blast. Trenton gripped the edge of his seat and watched through the rear viewport as the station vanished in fire.

The world of Elyria shrunk beneath him.

Cities glowed and died one by one under bombardment. Continents were cut by expanding lines of molten orange. Then, as the runner entered the dimensional channel, a chain reaction tore through the planet’s core.

For one horrible moment, Trenton watched his home explode, and Elena...was lost to him.

Trenton stared in silence. He did not blink. He did not speak. He only watched until the dimensional corridor consumed the last image of Elyria and replaced it with the strange shifting colors of interdimensional travel.

The dimensional corridor twisted endlessly around the runner, its walls rippling like liquid glass as bands of color folded over one another in ways that defied depth, distance, and even the concept of direction itself, yet inside the cockpit, there had been no beauty to it—only silence, only loss, only the crushing weight of everything Trenton Rush had just watched disappear.

He had not moved for several long seconds.

His hands had remained locked around the control grips, knuckles pale from pressure, his body still braced from the violent escape, yet his mind had not been present in the ship at all, but back on Elyria, still on that ridge, still reaching for Elena as she was torn away from him.

The last thing he had seen had been her hand.

The last thing he had heard was her scream.

The silence now felt worse than the destruction.

Then—

A soft chime broke through it.

Trenton blinked, his eyes slowly focusing as a section of the console flickered to life, systems activating that had not responded before, as if something within the ship had been waiting specifically for this moment.

Trenton leaned forward, confusion cutting through the haze of grief.

Trenton Rush: That system...it wasn’t online before.

The screen stabilized.

A recording began.

And suddenly—

She was there.

Elena’s voice.

Clear, steady, unmistakably hers.

Elena West: If you’re hearing this...then something has gone terribly wrong.

Trenton froze completely, his breath catching in his chest as if even the act of breathing might somehow interrupt the fragile illusion that she was still there, still speaking to him across time and distance.

Elena West: I knew there was a chance we wouldn’t make it out together. They are so strong, this invading force. The Bio Dominion. We still don't know much about them. They came to our planet to drain its resources. That horrible...floating castle. They are overwhelming. So I prepared something for you. Something I prayed you would never need.

The display shifted, replacing the recording with a rotating schematic, an advanced armor system, far beyond anything standard issue, its structure layered with complex energy channels and dimensional regulators that pulsed faintly even through the screen.

Elena West: The experimental combat system...Codename: Spielban.

Trenton’s eyes widened slightly, recognition mixing with disbelief as he studied the design, already understanding on instinct alone that this wasn’t just equipment, this was something far greater.

Elena West: It synchronizes directly with your life signature and neural pathways. It doesn’t just enhance your strength and speed, it amplifies your will. It responds to you...completely.

A pause followed.

Her voice softened.

Elena West: And at its core...it carries a stabilized fragment of Elyria’s dimensional energy.

Trenton’s grip tightened.

Elena West: If our world falls...then you become its last defender. If I fall...you'll always carry a part of me with you. I love you, Trenton.

The message ended.

The cockpit fell silent again.

Trenton stared at the schematic, his reflection faintly visible in the glass, layered over the image of the armor she had created for him, the weight of her words settling into something solid inside him, something that refused to break no matter how much he wanted to.

His jaw tightened.

His posture straightened.

Trenton Rush: I'm Elyria's last defender...but what am I defending?

The runner tore free of the dimensional corridor in a violent burst of blue light, emerging into the upper atmosphere of an unfamiliar planet as its damaged systems screamed in protest, its stabilizers failing under the strain of the transition.

Flames streaked across the hull.

The craft spiraled uncontrollably.

Below, a vast world stretched out, with dense forests, winding roads, scattered lights of civilization glowing in the growing dark.

Earth.

The ship descended like a falling star, tearing through the sky before slamming into a wooded hillside with devastating force, carving through soil, rock, and trees before finally grinding to a halt in a plume of smoke and shattered debris.

Inside, alarms blared—

Then died.

Silence followed.

A moment passed.

Then a hand pushed weakly against the fractured cockpit panel.

It gave way.

Trenton pulled himself free from the wreckage, his body battered and unsteady as he staggered forward into the open air, coughing as smoke curled around him and the cool wind of this unfamiliar world brushed against his face.

He took it in slowly.

Trenton Rush: This is...beautiful. Wow. What a beautiful planet. Earth? It's planet Earth. Is this the planet Galactic Officer Patty Wagon once told me about? It's amazing!

He turned back toward the wreckage, scanning it with sharper focus now, his instincts returning as his mind shifted from grief to survival.

One section remained intact.

A sealed compartment.

He approached cautiously.

The panel flickered.

A name appeared.

NASCA.

The compartment opened with a soft mechanical release.

Inside the Spielban system waited.

Trenton stepped closer, his expression tightening as he reached out, his hand hovering for just a moment before committing.

The moment his fingers made contact—

The system activated.

Energy surged outward in a controlled pulse, the device locking onto his arm as data streamed across its surface, syncing instantly, completely.

Trenton closed his eyes.

Trenton Rush: Elena...I’m not done yet.

Night had settled over the city.

Earth moved on, unaware.

Cars passed beneath streetlights.

People laughed, talked, lived.

Then...another fracture in the sky. 

A distortion rippled through the center of a crowded street, the air bending inward as if pulled by an invisible force, lights flickering violently as glass cracked and shattered outward in a chain reaction down the block.

From within the distortion, it emerged.



A Bio Dominion cybernetic creature, massive and grotesque, its armored body glistening under the artificial lights. Its presence alone enough to send panic tearing through the crowd. Trenton ran into the human city. He saw people who looked very similar to him running by. These people, and this place reminded him of Elyria instantly. He saw the creature and was shocked. 

Trenton Rush: ...How did they follow me? Our one advantage was the dimension slipstream? How many of them followed me through?! I don't have time for questions. I just saw a world die. I can't let it happen again...not here...not now!

Chaos spread instantly.

Trenton walked forward.

Calm.

Focused.

He raised the device.

Trenton Rush: Spielban...Kesshou!



Light erupted around him, spiraling upward in a controlled explosion of dimensional energy as armor formed piece by piece, locking into place with precision, with his helmet sealing last as the visor flared to life.

Spielban stood.

The creature charged.

Spielban moved first.

He sidestepped the initial strike with sharp precision, countering immediately with a strike to its torso that sent it reeling backward, following through with a spinning kick that drove it into a nearby vehicle with crushing force.

The battle intensified instantly.

Claws slammed against armor.

Each impact sent vibrations through his frame.

The creature adapted quickly, pressing harder, faster.

But so did he, as he realized what he could do in the power armor. 

He shifted his stance, reading its movements, anticipating its attacks, redirecting its strength against itself as he drove forward with controlled aggression.

Then, he saw and opening and took it. 

His blade ignited.

Spielban: This ends now.

He surged forward.

Spielban: Arc Impulse!



The blade cut clean through the creature.

Time seemed to stop.

The monster exploded in a violent burst of energy, the shockwave ripping through the street as debris scattered and silence followed.

Smoke drifted.

The fight was over.

Spielban stood, processing all that had just happened. Finally, he could fight the Bio Dominion, but as he thought that he realized...he was wasn't alone. A presence descended behind him.

He turned, and saw her.



A woman in very similar power armor. 

She landed gracefully.

Faced him.

Weapon ready.

They stared at each other.

The world narrowed.

Then she suddenly attacked!

Her movements were precise, controlled, relentless, each strike calculated as she pressed forward, forcing him back step by step, their weapons clashing in bursts of energy that lit the street with every impact.

Spielban struggled to keep up.

Not because she was stronger, but something didn't feel right about attacking her. The armor looked too similar. Everything about her felt familiar. 

Spielban: Stop! Who are you?!

No answer.

Only another strike.

Then another.

She knocked him back.

He hit the ground, but quickly recoveredn and raised his blade again.

Spielban: Why are you fighting me?!

She stopped.

Just long enough.

Then spoke.

Lady West: I am Lady West.

The words hit like a shockwave.

Everything stopped.

Spielban froze.

His voice broke.

Spielban: West? No....NO! 

She didn’t respond.

She turned.

Energy gathered.

She began to ascend.

He reached out.

Desperate.

Spielban: ELENA!!

She paused.

For one moment—

Then disappeared.

Gone.

Spielban stood alone in the ruined street, the world slowly returning around him, sirens rising in the distance as people cautiously emerged from hiding.

But he didn’t move.

Didn’t look away.

He stared at the sky where she had vanished.

His posture straightened.

His voice steadied.

Spielban: Elena...you're alive. Why did you...why...she's alive. Elena, I swear...I will protect this world. And I will save you.

The wind moved through the city. Above...unseen...the Bio Dominion watched. And the war had begun again.

Last edited by Machismo (3/28/2026 2:17 am)