The Imperium of Aurelian

"Boomm!!!!"

"Booom!!!!"

The ship vibrates intensely as it comes under attack from enemy vessels. It has been four days since the rebel group known as The Aurelius had their secret headquarters raided by the Pharahans on Nimbor VI.

As a result, a portion of their fleet has been separated in the chaos, and their leader, Aurelian, is injured and in a coma. Currently, the remaining fleet is being commanded by Titus Norin, the second-in-command to Aurelian.

"Damage report."

Titus calmly stands atop the command deck of the flagship, The Nova.

"The shields are at 45 percent, sir."

answers one of the bridge crew.

"What about the hyperdrive?"

"We still can't use them, sir. The Nova is still in range of the well."

The reason The Nova cannot enter hyperspace is that their pursuer is The Infamous Serpent Nebula, a Leviathan-class dreadnought. With a length of 2 kilometers, width of 823 meters, and height of 350 meters, this dreadnought is the pride of the Kingdom of Pharahan.

However, size is not what makes this ship famous. This particular ship, The Serpent Nebula, is notorious for possessing gravity well technology, which generates artificial gravity around the ship, rendering any ship near it unable to enter hyperspace and capturing or destroying many rebel vessels in the past.

Their remaining fleet managed to escape as they were outside the range of the gravity well thanks to The Nova's covering fire and protection, using itself as bait and curently heading towards another hiding place in the Kalamar Nebula.

Unfortunately, The Nova is now trapped.

As the intense barrage of enemy fire continues and The Nova tries its best to avoid any critical attacks, Titus knows that their only chance of survival is to find a way to break free from the clutches of the gravity well.

Fortunately, Titus knows the exact location of the gravity well generator based on their past engagements, even though it came at the cost of many lost ships.

"Initiate evasive maneuvers!"

Titus commands, his voice cutting through the chaos. The Nova's engines roar to life as the ship veers and weaves through the onslaught of enemy fire, narrowly avoiding direct hits.

Titus turns to his crew, his eyes filled with determination.

"We need to disable that gravity well generator. Without it, they won't be able to maintain their hold on us."

"We can target the power conduits leading to the gravity well generator, sir"

suggests one of the crew members, pointing at the ship's schematic displayed on the holographic interface.

Titus nods approvingly.

"If we can disrupt the power supply to the gravity well generator, it might weaken its effect on us."

The crew quickly analyzes the ship's defenses and identifies the best approach to reach the upper center where the gravity well generator is situated.

"Launch the fighters. Whatever happens, target their upper center; that is where the generator is located."

Titus orders, knowing that the pilots have a small chance of survival, but they have to do it.

With the crew's plan in motion, the hangar bay doors of The Nova slide open, revealing a squadron of sleek, agile body of the Omega Starfighter one of the best starfighter in the kingdom ready for action. The pilots, aware of the dangers that await them, buckle up and prepare for their perilous mission.

"Remember, our objective is to disable that gravity well generator,"

Titus reminds the pilots over the intercom.

"We have to give The Nova a chance to escape. We will give covering fire as much as we can. For the rebellion!"

"For the rebellion!!"

The pilot roared simultaneously.

The fighters launch into space, their engines roaring as they maneuver through the chaotic battlefield. Enemy ship unleashing a barrage of turbolaser. The rebel pilots skillfully dodge and weave, relying on their training and instincts to stay alive.

Titus watches intently from the command deck.

"Fire all weapon on the target."

booommm!!

boommm!!

The dark space illuminated by the many laser targeting each other. Titus's heart pounding with anticipation. He knows that the success of their mission hinges on the bravery and skill of these pilots. The fate The Nova rests on their shoulders.

As the fighters approach the massive Serpent Nebula, the gravity well generator becomes visible, surrounded by a web of energy conduits. It pulsates with power, exerting its grip on The Nova, preventing it from escaping.

The rebel pilots coordinate their attack, targeting the vulnerable power conduits. They unleash a barrage of concentrated fire, their lasers tearing through the enemy defenses thanks in part from the help of The Nova. The enemy fighters scramble to intercept, but the rebels hold their ground, providing cover for their comrades. Many has fallen but the rest keep going.

Explosions rock the battlefield as the power conduits are hit, causing sparks to fly and smoke to billow out. The gravity well generator flickers for a moment, its grip on The Nova momentarily weakened.

Titus seizes the opportunity.

"All remaining fighter, return to the ship!"

"Full power to the engines! Now's our chance to break free!"

The Nova's engines roar to life, propelling the ship forward with a burst of speed. It strains against the remnants of the gravity well, inching closer and closer to freedom. The crew members on the command deck hold their breath, their eyes locked on the display showing the distance between The Nova and the gravity well.

"All five remaining fighter are on deck Sir"

A crewman reporting. His eyes never leaving his command monitor.

"Prepare for hyperspace jump."

Titus commanded.

"Plot a course to Sanctum Primaria. We cannot afford to delay any longer."

The crew swiftly carried out their orders, inputting the coordinates for the Sanctum Primaria into the ship's navigation system.

"Engage the hyperdrive on my mark,"

Titus announced, his voice steady.

The crew members braced themselves, their hands poised over the controls. With a deep breath, Titus counted down.

"Three... Two... One... Mark!"

At his command, the ship's hyperdrive ignited, propelling The Nova into the swirling light blue expanses of hyperspace. The stars outside transformed into streaks of light as the ship accelerated, hurtling through the dimensions.

Inside the command deck, the tension began to ease as they left the immediate danger behind. The crew exchanged glances, silently acknowledging the success of their escape.

Titus looked out at the vastness of hyperspace, his mind focused on their destination. The Sanctum Primaria, their last hidden base, awaited them—a sanctuary where they could regroup, strategize, and heal their wounds.

"We've made it."

Titus said, a mixture of relief and determination in his voice.

"Hold steady, everyone. We'll soon arrive at the Sanctum Primaria."

The crew members nodded, their spirits lifted by the prospect of reaching their secure base. They knew the rebellion was far from over, but for now, they could find solace in the safety of the Sanctum Primaria.

As The Nova soared through the ethereal realm of hyperspace, the rebels carried with them the hope that they would emerge stronger and ready to fight another day. And pray for their leader's health.

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"This is not my room."

were the first words James uttered after waking up from his slumber. The room he found himself in was remarkably vast and opulent, with furniture that appeared futuristic to someone from the 21st century, like James.

With a heavy head, he arose from his queen size bed and proceeded to walk towards a large mirror situated on the opposite side of the room.

"This is not my body!"

The person standing before him was remarkably well build, handsome and rugged, a stark contrast to James' original thin and unkempt appearance. Panic began to consume him.

"Is this an experiment? A prank? No. It feels too real to be a prank."

James pondered, his mind racing with thoughts. He thoroughly examined his body, desperately searching for any clues that could potentially explain his current predicament. Nothing! All he could tell from this is that the former James would be jealous of this body's pack.

Kring!

A familiar sound resonated in his ears.

"My laptop!"

James exclaimed in recognition.

Right on top of a large desk, his laptop sat open—a relic from his previous world. A mix of relief and trepidation fills his heart as he approach it. To his surprise, a message addressed to him illuminates the screen.

"Hi James, I know youre confuse and wondering what happen to you.

First of all, the original name of this body is Aurelian, and unfortunately, he has passed away.

As for you, you fell asleep while watching a movie, and I transferred your soul across the omniverse into this body.

Why ? Because entertainment of course.

But I know you won't mind. After all, this is like a dream come true for you, right? You've always wanted to experience an isekai adventure. You're a true geek at heart.

But don't worry, I didn't just bring you here without something right ?

So relax. I have something special in store for you.

So, embrace this second life of yours and make the most of it.

Best regards,

R.O.B."

P.S. In just three seconds after reading this message, you will start to receive the memories and experiences of your new body.

And so, the pain.

That's exactly what happened to James's head three seconds later. The memories of Aurelian rushed into his brain, causing him to grit his teeth in agony.

After a full minute, the pain subsided, and Aurelian found himself lying in the cold floor, staring at the ceiling.

""R.O.B! Of course, it's R.O.B who brought me here."

After R.O.B's explanation and all the isekai and SI fanfiction that he had read on the internet, Aurelian slowly accepted his fate.

Beside, R.O.B is correct in its assessment. James is an orphan who lives alone in his apartment. After both of his parents passed away when he was 18 years old, James has been living on his own being the only child, and an adult.

He spends his days on the internet watching movies, anime, reading comics, novels, and consuming various forms of entertainment, only going to his job to sustain himself and his hobbies. He has always wanted to be isekai-ed, to become a swordsman or something. So, he welcomes this opportunity with joy.

Knock! Knock!

A knocking sound came from the door of his room.

"Enter."

Aurelian responded, straightening himself before meeting with his subordinate. After absorbing the memories, there were many things that needed to be addressed.