Star-Lore

Commander Meglon

He stood at the edge of a massive crater, its walls sharp and uneven like broken teeth. Below, the land dropped off suddenly and beyond that, hanging in the black sky like a terrible painting, was Jaya Planet.

It looked like a world that had died in pain.

No green. The continents were colorless sick shades of grey and brown, where once there had been forests, rivers, and oceans.

Destroyed cities. Gigantic cities were now only skeletons ruins made of collapsed towers and dark shapes that reached into a thick yellow fog.

The yellow fog. A thick, poisonous smog covered the entire planet like a disease. It moved slowly across land and sea, hiding the surface like a dirty blanket.

No lights, no life. There were no signs of people. No ships. No satellites. Just darkness, stillness, and silence.

The infection. Two years ago, a strange and deadly virus had spread across Jaya. It didn't just kill people. It changed them turning them into mindless, walking monsters. The planet became a nightmare.

Jaya was no longer a world. It was a grave.

Meglon stood alone on the edge of the moon, his dark armor outlined by the distant sunlight. His mirrored helmet reflected the dead planet, glowing weakly in the cold light.

Inside his helmet, on a private communication channel no one else could hear, he spoke softly.

"First Jaya…" he said, his voice low and thoughtful. "Now Earth."

He paused.

For a moment, there was nothing but the silent stars and the ghost of the ruined world below.

"I don't know what comes next."

He stared down at the planet, as if trying to understand it or maybe to warn himself. The yellow haze on Jaya pulsed slowly, as if the planet was still alive… just wrong.

The silence on the moon felt heavier now. Colder. Not just empty but watching.

And somewhere, deep in that silence… something ancient still waited.

The view dropped down from the cold, quiet moon and sank into the thick yellow clouds that covered the planet below into the dead center of Jaya Planet.

The Sovereign Federation had marked Jaya as Level Zero, No Life Possible. Do Not Enter. Forbidden Zone. Warnings flashed on every space map. They talked about the terrible cosmic-19 Virus a sickness that didn't just kill. It changed people. Turned them into monsters that looked human but weren't anymore. Hungry, broken creatures. That was two years ago. Since then, no one lived on Jaya. It was just rot and silence.

Or so they thought.

Far below, deep inside what was left of the city once called Neo-Kyoto, something was moving.

This city used to shine with lights and tall towers. Now it was just broken buildings and twisted metal. The air was heavy and smelled like rust, blood, and something dead. A thick yellow fog covered everything. It curled around the ground, hiding broken glass, wires, bones... and danger.

From behind the burned-out shell of a hover-bus, someone ran.

It was a girl.

She was maybe 17 or 18. Thin and fast. Her long brown hair was tied back in a messy ponytail, some strands sticking to her sweaty, dirty face. She wore a torn school uniform a grey shirt, ripped and dusty, with a darker short-sleeved jacket over it. A dark grey bow still hung around her neck, loose but somehow still tied.

In her hands was a pulse rifle a big, heavy weaponoid made for soldiers, not kids. But she held it like she knew exactly how to use it. The gun gave off a low hum as it charged.

Then a sudden blur from the fog.

A Monster burst from a side alley.

And she is

"Sharmitha"