"I ran a spectral analysis on the portal's energy signature before it collapsed," Kelvin said. He turned the tablet so Noah could see the display—graphs and readouts that meant nothing to him, but Kelvin's expression said they meant everything. "Then I cross-referenced it with every known spatial anomaly in EDF databases going back fifty years."

"And?"

Kelvin swiped to a different screen. This one showed a star map with seven points highlighted in red, scattered across known human space. "I found matches. Seven locations showing the exact same energy signature. All of them in the past six months. All of them dismissed by local authorities as minor anomalies or equipment malfunctions."

Noah studied the map. The locations weren't random—each one corresponded to a major human colony or strategic position. New Tehran. Proxima Station. The Yamato orbital platform. Arcturus Prime. Kepler settlement. Two others he didn't immediately recognize but looked militarily significant based on their positioning.

"You think Arthur's opened portals at all these locations," Noah said.

"I think he's planning to." Kelvin zoomed in on one of the markers, pulling up detailed readings. "These signatures are faint—residual energy, like someone was testing the equipment, making sure it worked before committing to full activation. Which means—"

"He's preparing multiple invasion points." Noah felt the implications settling over him like ice water. "Simultaneous strikes across human space."

"That's my theory, yeah." Kelvin pulled up another data set, this one showing troop movement projections and response times. "Think about how Harbinger attacks normally work. They arrive in drop ships, breach planetary defenses if they can, deploy ground forces. Even when they succeed, it gives the EDF time to mobilize, to coordinate response, to evacuate civilians. But portals?" He gestured at the empty space where Arthur's tear in reality had been. "No warning. No time to react. They just appear inside your defenses and start killing."

Noah's mind was already running scenarios. "He could move Harbinger forces between colonies faster than the EDF could respond. Hit one location, portal out before reinforcements arrive, hit another location immediately. Keep forces off-balance, prevent any kind of coordinated defense."

"Exactly. And it's not just speed—it's the psychological impact." Kelvin's voice carried the kind of analytical detachment that meant he was deliberately not thinking about the human cost. "Every human colony simultaneously under attack, with no clear pattern, no way to predict where they'll strike next. It would be chaos."

"How long do we have?"

"No idea. Could be weeks. Could be days. The energy signatures suggest he's still in preparation phase, but—" Kelvin looked back at the tablet, "—I don't know what 'ready' looks like for this kind of operation. Could be he needs more time to stabilize the portals. Could be he's waiting for the right moment politically. Could be he's ready now and just hasn't pulled the trigger yet."

Noah stared at the star map, at those seven red points scattered across human space like a disease spreading through the body. Each one represented millions of lives. Billions, if Arthur managed to coordinate properly.

"We need to tell someone," Noah said. "EDF command, the planetary defense networks, someone with the resources to—"

"To do what?" Kelvin interrupted. "We're Eclipse Faction. We don't work with the EDF. We have zero official standing, zero credibility with any government body that matters. Even if we went to them with this data, they'd dismiss it as speculation. And by the time they finished investigating whether we're full of shit, Arthur could have already started his invasion."

Noah wanted to argue, but Kelvin was right. Eclipse's reputation was complicated at best—heroes to some, reckless vigilantes to others, Pathfinder seven themselves still technically wanted for questioning about events he'd been involved in months ago. Going to official channels would mean bureaucracy, politics, delays they couldn't afford.

"So what do we do?" Noah asked.

Kelvin saved the data to his tablet, then looked at Noah with an expression that carried exhaustion and determination in equal measure. "We go home. We debrief properly. We figure out what our next move is with actual rest and food instead of standing in a basement covered in Harbinger blood while running on fumes."

Noah realized Kelvin was right. His void energy reserves were depleted, his body was running on his enhanced physiology and stubborn will, and making strategic decisions in this state was how people made mistakes that got others killed.

"Alright," Noah said. "Let's get everyone ready to move out."

---

The flight back to Eclipse headquarters took four hours. Four hours of enforced rest that Noah spent staring at nothing, processing everything that had happened, running through scenarios and contingencies until Sophie physically took his tablet away and told him to sleep.

He didn't sleep. But he closed his eyes and let his body repair itself, let his void energy slowly regenerate, let the immediate crisis fade into background concern that he could address after they were home.

They landed at Eclipse headquarters as evening was settling over the complex. Noah stepped off the transport and felt something in his chest unclench slightly.

Seraleth was waiting at the landing pad, and the look on her face said she'd already heard preliminary reports. "Debrief in one hour," she said without preamble. "Medical checks for anyone injured, showers for everyone else. The conference room, not the training hall. This needs to be thorough."

The next hour passed in a blur of organized chaos. Medical teams processed the wounded—more than Noah had realized during the extraction, people who'd been running on adrenaline and military discipline until the moment they felt safe enough to acknowledge their injuries. Showers ran constantly as people scrubbed off blood and dirt and the psychological weight of combat. Food appeared from somewhere—Diana's organizational skills, probably—simple stuff that could be eaten quickly.

Noah found himself in his quarters, staring at his armour laid out on the workbench. The black Harbinger blood had dried completely, flaking off in pieces that dissolved before hitting the floor. Knight Grace would need repairs—the chest plating was compromised, several places were damaged, the void shell had burned through its reserves. But it had held. Kept him alive through a four-horn fight and everything else the mission had thrown at him. All he needed to do was let the system handle the repairs.

He stripped off his clothes piece by piece, setting each component aside for later wash. Showered until the water ran clear instead of gray with dirt and blood. Changed into clean clothes that felt strange after hours in combat gear. Looked at himself in the mirror and barely recognized the person staring back.

When he made it to the conference room, most of the core team was already there. Sophie sat at the head of the table with tablets and data displays spread in front of her. Diana occupied a chair near the middle, her usual perfect posture slightly relaxed now that immediate danger had passed. Lila sat separate from the others, staring at nothing, and Noah recognized the expression from his own mirror—processing things that didn't process easily.

Kelvin arrived last, no longer in his pilot suit but wearing normal clothes and looking like he'd aged about five years in the past day. He dropped into a chair with a groan that suggested every muscle in his body was protesting.

Seraleth stood near the display screens, her height making her easy to track even in his peripheral vision. She waited until everyone was settled, then activated the main display.

"Casualties first," she said, and Noah appreciated the directness. No speeches, no preamble. Just the information that mattered. "Eclipse lost twelve recruits. Twenty-plus wounded, twenty-two seriously enough to require extended medical care. Grey forces took forty-seven killed, sixty-two wounded. Three-horn Harbingers accounted for most of the deaths—targets of opportunity that we couldn't predict or prevent."

The numbers hit harder hearing them spoken aloud. Twelve people who'd trusted Eclipse, who'd joined because they believed in what Noah was building, who'd never get the chance to see what came next.

"Valencia Arcos is confirmed among the casualties," Seraleth continued. "Her family has been notified. The funeral is scheduled for three days from now, alongside services for the other fallen." She paused. "The facility was completely secured. Grey forces extracted significant intelligence—documents, equipment, data storage. Commander Hight has forwarded preliminary analysis to us as agreed in the operation planning."

Sophie picked up from there. "The portal technology is unlike anything in EDF records we were able to get our hands on. Kelvin's analysis suggests Arthur has or is planning similar installations at multiple locations. Strategic implications are—" she glanced at Noah, "—significant."

"Understatement," Kelvin muttered.

Seraleth moved to the next section of her report. "Confirmed eliminations include one four-horn Harbinger—the Widow. Noah, do you have anything to add about that engagement?"

Everyone looked at him. Noah kept his expression neutral. "She followed me into my domain. I had every advantage. She didn't. It was decisive."

Diana raised an eyebrow at the extreme understatement, but didn't comment. Seraleth nodded and continued.

"Three three-horn Harbingers eliminated. One by Kelvin Pithon operating KROME. One by Diana Frost and Kelvin in coordinated engagement. One by Lila Rowe in solo combat." Seraleth's tone carried approval. "Additionally, Nyx, Storm, and Ivy each successfully engaged and eliminated three-horn targets independently."

"Dragons are terrifying," Kelvin said to nobody in particular. "Just want that on record."

"Arthur was encountered in the lower levels," Seraleth continued. "No engagement occurred due to tactical assessment and hostage considerations. He escaped through the portal before it was destroyed. The Rowes accompanied him." She looked at Lila. "Do you want to add anything?"

Lila shook her head without speaking.

"Then that concludes the operational debrief." Seraleth deactivated the displays. "You all performed exceptionally. The mission succeeded despite complications. Take the next forty-eight hours for recovery and personal time. Training resumes after the funerals."

People began filtering out. Noah stayed in his chair, staring at the empty displays, until only Sophie remained.

"You alright?" she asked quietly.

"Twelve people," Noah replied. "Twelve."

"Twelve people who knew the risks and chose to fight anyway." Sophie stood and walked over to where he sat. "It doesn't make it hurt less. But it's not your fault they died."

"Feels like it should be someone's fault."

"It's Arthur's fault. The Purge's fault. The Harbingers' fault." Sophie's hand settled on his shoulder. "We'll stop them. But not tonight. Tonight you rest."

Noah nodded, not trusting his voice. Sophie squeezed his shoulder once and left, giving him space to process.

---

The next two days passed in a strange liminal state where nothing felt quite real. The funerals happened—Noah attended all of them, said words that felt inadequate, shook hands with families who looked at him like he should have answers he didn't have. Eclipse headquarters maintained its rhythm, but quieter now, people moving with the careful deliberateness of those processing grief while trying to stay functional.

Training resumed on the third day. Noah and Lila took the morning chi session with the recruits, and the normality of it felt grounding. Watching people work through breathing exercises, correcting stances, explaining theory—it was simple in a way that combat never was.

Kelvin spent his time in the workshop, rebuilding KROME's damaged systems. Noah passed by one evening and found Diana there too, not working on the mech but sitting on a workbench, talking while Kelvin's hands moved through repairs with practiced efficiency.

"—I'm just saying," Diana was saying, "the way you use the pile drivers is inefficient. You're firing all three pneumatics simultaneously when you could stagger them for sustained pressure."

"Sustained pressure doesn't create the same impact force," Kelvin replied, not looking up from the servo he was adjusting. "I need burst damage, not gradual."

"You need both. Burst to break through, sustained to follow through." Diana leaned forward slightly. "Let me show you—hand me that wrench."

Kelvin glanced at her, then at the wrench, then back at the servo. "You know how to work on combat mech hydraulics?"

"My father made sure I understood mechanical systems before I was ten. Said if I couldn't maintain my equipment, I didn't deserve to use it." She took the wrench without waiting for permission. "Move over."

They worked together for the next hour, and Noah quietly backed away before they noticed him watching. Some things didn't need an audience.

---

It was evening, six days after their return, when Sam called for a meeting.

Noah was in his quarters, reviewing Kelvin's data on the portal signatures for the dozenth time, when his comm chimed. Sam's face appeared on the screen, his expression carrying the particular seriousness that meant something had changed.

"Conference room. Now. Everyone."

The core team assembled within minutes. Sam stood at the head of the table with a physical document in his hands—actual paper, which was unusual enough to be notable.

"We've received a formal challenge," Sam said without preamble. He set the document on the table where everyone could see it. "Another faction. They're invoking traditional dueling rights under the independent operator accords."

Noah picked up the document, scanning the formal language. His eyes caught on the faction name at the bottom.

"Who?" Diana asked.

Sam's expression was grim. "Vanguard Faction. They're claiming Eclipse has overstepped our jurisdiction and demanding satisfaction through formal combat."

The room went very quiet.

"Vanguard," Sophie said slowly. "That's—"

"The EDF's unofficial enforcement arm," Sam finished. "Populated primarily by ex-military, current military on temporary assignment, and people with strong government connections. They're claiming we've been operating in areas we have no authority in, interfering with official operations, and generally being a problem they need to remove."

Noah set the document down. "When?"

"Two weeks. Standard dueling format—champions from each faction, neutral ground, witnessed by independent observers." Sam looked around the table. "We can refuse, but that comes with its own complications. Refusing a formal challenge damages reputation, makes us look afraid, gives Vanguard political ammunition to push for official sanctions against us."

"So we accept," Noah said.

"So we accept," Sam agreed. "Which means we have two weeks to prepare for a fight that's probably going to determine whether Eclipse continues to exist as an independent operation."

Nobody spoke for a long moment. Then Kelvin leaned back in his chair and started laughing—not the nervous kind, but genuine amusement that made everyone turn to look at him.

"I'm sorry," he said, wiping at his eyes. "I'm sorry, but—who the fuck are they sending? Like, actually, who's crazy enough to step in the ring with Noah?"

Diana's lips twitched. "He has a point."

"I'm being serious!" Kelvin gestured at Noah. "This man just killed a four-horn Harbinger. In his domain, sure, but still—four-horn! The Widow! And before that, he's faced Arthur's clones, survived Kruel, fought off entire Purge battalions. Who looks at that resume and thinks 'yeah, I can take him'?"

Sophie's expression suggested she wanted to maintain professionalism but was fighting a smile. "The challenge isn't necessarily about defeating Noah specifically—"

"But it kind of is though," Diana interrupted. She was studying the document now, her analytical mind clearly working through scenarios. "A faction challenge of this type—formal combat, witnessed, traditional format—it's about proving legitimacy through strength. Which means they need to field someone they genuinely believe can match or exceed our best."

"So either they're delusional," Kelvin continued, "or they have someone legitimately terrifying waiting in the wings. Either way, I want to watch this fight from behind several layers of protective barriers."

Lila spoke up for the first time since they'd started the meeting. "Could be they're banking on numbers. Faction challenges don't have to be one-on-one. They could field a team."

"Even better," Kelvin said. "Multiple people volunteering to get their asses kicked. Very efficient."

Sam cleared his throat. "The point is we can't underestimate them. Vanguard wouldn't issue this challenge unless they thought they had a legitimate chance. Which means we treat this seriously and prepare accordingly."

Noah was still looking at the document, his expression unreadable. "Two weeks," he said quietly. "That's not a lot of time if they're sending someone actually dangerous."

"Or it's plenty of time if they're sending someone who thinks military rank translates to being able to handle a dragon summoner," Kelvin countered. He stood up, stretching. "Either way, my money's on us. Literally. I will put actual money on this."

"Meeting adjourned," Sam said, shooting Kelvin a look that suggested he should read the room better. "Get some rest. We start tactical planning tomorrow."

Everyone began filing out. Diana paused by Kelvin's chair. "You know they could have someone genuinely capable, right? The EDF has produced plenty of high-tier combatants."

"Oh, I know," Kelvin replied. "I'm just choosing to be optimistic about our chances instead of spiraling into pre-fight anxiety. It's called healthy coping mechanisms, Diana. Look it up."

She shook her head but didn't argue, following the others out.

Noah lingered, staring at the challenge document. Sam walked over and stood beside him.

"Kelvin's right that we have advantages," Sam said quietly. "But he's also right that Vanguard wouldn't do this without confidence. Be ready for anything."

Noah nodded slowly, still processing. Two weeks to prepare. Two weeks to figure out what Vanguard thought they knew that made challenging Eclipse seem like a good idea.

Two weeks. Then everything would change one way or another.

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