"My first mission as a Follower... this will be awesome..."

  Satono was never this excited in her life until now. They were tasked with killing Vincent Sparks, and it was her job to help them find him.

  "I'm going to enjoy this... it's been so long since I've had a decent battle."

  Heios and Aria walked behind her. This Testharian girl seemed to be enjoying herself too much, they couldn't stand it.

  "You think you can just come here and act like you own the place, huh?"

  Heios said in a low tone, still angry about earlier. He kept his gaze down and stared at her back as they walked.

  "Don't get your hopes up and try to keep up with us professionals."

  "Huh, that's the most you've spoken outside of combat, Heios!"

  Jasper said, finishing off refurnishing his ship.

  Heios scoffed, returning to being silent and walking into his ship, rocking a HABN-3003 Compact.

  "You know the drill, everyone. I lead the way since Avu isn't here." Aria said, climbing onto her ship and opening the hatch window.

  Jasper was the first to board his ship, A C73 Ambru, made a bomber. His ship was relatively fast, having been tinkered with to keep the durable chassis but have the speed of a fighter.

  Aria's ship operated more as a stealth fighter, hence it's sleek and vented look. It was similar to a supercar like a Pagani or a Ferrari, except it had wings and was capable of flight.

  Aria would take lift off and exit the hangar, while Jasper and Satono quickly followed.

  Heios would be the last one to break contact with the ground, following the three of them out of the hangar and a few seconds later, out of the atmosphere.

  All four Followers would set course to Eukaron - engaging lightspeed.

  = = =

  One of the only major cities on the planet, Hennafell City is an incredibly tall and dense city, large truss-shaped sksycrapers going as high as the low-hanging clouds. It has an incredibly large wage gap, with the poor living in extreme poverty and the rich enjoying a variety of luxuries.

  The centre of the city holds a shield generator that protects the entire planet - although it was deactivated for now.

  There are a series of small domed districts on the edges of the city that make up the outer parts of Hennafell, which include the Slum Sector, Business Districts, the Medical Sector and Residential District, among many more. Each one of these are quite well-off.

  You'd expect a shithole like Eukaron to not house an actual functioning city.

  Atleast, that's what Vincent Sparks thought.

  "Well, what do we have here?" He said, leaning back on the cockpit chair of the stolen pirate shuttlecraft. After witnessing just how bad of a town Amarill was, he could only expect something of the same out here.

  He put a hand to his chin and watched as the shuttle approached the domes. A large sign however showed that he may need to pay to use it. So much for tourist attraction.

  One of the smaller skyscrapers had landing platforms on each of the building's face - giving him a clear and generally a safe place to land.

  He was smart to take a pirate ship, nobody could out him as a foreigner. It was perfect. However, the ship rocked some gang symbols which were notorious in Eukaron.

  Hennafell was known as the city of innovation... in a rather undeveloped planet, however.

  Vincent wasn't a man to care about such a trivial thing, though.

  He could wipe everyone out in a blink of an eye if he wanted to. He decided to land on the building anyway, noticing that the pad was deserted and relatively well-kept. Humanoid robots of wire and pipeline walked around it, with crates holding naught but rubble and debris.

  "Is this whole planet... just an absolute shit show?" He grimaced, climbing out of the ship.

  When Vincent opened the shuttle's door, he could hear a lot of commotion from outside. It sounded like an argument, which soon broke out into a fight.

  As soon as he stepped out, however, he heard a gunshot, and a body fell to the floor. A group of men, armed with guns and knives, had just shot a man dead infront of Vincent. Welcome to Hennafell City.

  "Sucks to be them." Vincent said, paying it no mind and closing the door behind him. He figured that if he didn't meddle with the situation, things would be much smoother.

  He has to lay low anyways. Luckily he landed the shuttle in a way that nobody, from his perspective, would notice the gang signs.

  He didn't want to get into a scuffle with people that would probably be unaffiliated with it, and he didn't want to be associated with it either.

  There was probably a turf war going on in Eukaron, and he didn't want to be involved. Why should he be involved in a mess with people lesser than him, anyways?

  The King of Destruction has no time for the petty affairs of mortals... or so he thought in his head. It was funny the first time.

  He would jump down and land on another platform on the skyscraper. This time, the skyscraper housed a few suburban apartments. They were roughly the size of a classroom with the bear essentials and a garage.

  Streets were relatively deserted besides Civil Defense cleaning up from the battle, or people coming home from work or shopping. This is what they call, the city of innovation? This is what they call a metropolis?

  Vincent scoffed and continued walking down, until he reached the ground.

  "Fuel station... fuel station... fuel station."

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  He needed fuel to get off the planet. It was the only thing on his mind right now, the only thing that he needed. But the entire city was just a cesspool of chaos. Buildings upon buildings, apartments upon apartments. It was like a maze in here.

  However, there was an elevator that could take him up the skyscraper. Judging how much of a maze the city layout was from generations of building upwards, most of the fuel stations or shipyards were built at the top. The only person there was a lone Civil Defense officer.

  They didn't seem to be on duty... partially. They were there in case of a call on the platform. Seriously, just how many Civil Defense officers roam the streets of this planet?

  Vincent looked up and casually jumped the entire skyscraper. Any Soul-Wielder would do that. As Vincent went upwards, he noticed the lack of civilians or the overcrowding of them.

  Those who saw him looked in faces of astonishment, fear and empathy.

  This is because few people on Eukaron are Soul-Wielders - and those who could sense his aura. Which could only mean, that he was making himself a target for imminent danger.

  Of course, unless Vincent was telepathic - he wouldn't know all this.

  Soon enough, he made it to a spot near the top of the tower - several high-end ships and fuel stations visible in his sights.

  "Finally, a fuel station."

  The fuel was obviously Cyrilum. There were pure of unrefined versions of it, pure being relatively cheaper and safer. Hydrogen was also used as fuel, however much more expensive than Cyrilum.

  You could assume that only the richest of the filth can get their hands on it.

  "Look at all these ships! They're not even that bad..."

  Vincent said to himself, looking at the various spacecrafts in the lot.

  "They're actually pretty decent. Can forget the gang-loaded junker down there. That reeked too."

  He couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of it, his mind thinking back to the ship's interior. It wasn't a pleasant experience.

  Many of the small ships were roughly the size of a H44 Compact or a Z726 Nyhelm, both classified as 'shuttles' by Soul-Core standard.

  They were built to be home amongst the stars or as campervans for those who decided to leave the Imperial Sector and its outskirts.

  The largest one was the size of a Frigate, the HISPEED-240.

  It needed four landing pads to fit and had several tubes the size of hallways to fuel it. Vincent couldn't decide if it was a heap of junk, or actual good science.

  A notable trend amongst Eukarine ships were their hammerhead design.

  The cockpits were placed on the top of the ships, and not in the front like most.

  Their engines were incredibly large and bulky as well, with some ships having them on the bottom.

  Some had them in the front and back, some had them on the sides. This was most likely done to give those flying in space the feeling of a home with several floors.

  Mainly, it was an aesthetic choice to set their ships apart from the galaxy. As unknown Eukaron is to the Five Regions excluding the Central, everyone would know it's a ship from the planet just by its design.

  Vincent would stop at his tracks, gaining the feeling that he was being watched.

  "..."

  In the distance on another skyscraper, he could see around six people of high power watching him. As Vincent turned his head towards them, they would disappear after a few seconds.

  "Tch... Amateurs." Vincent said, simply put.

  Those people were the Clover Circlet. A secret military police force that was tasked with the monitoring of high-end Soul-Wielders, the extermination of unloyal or neutral Soul-Wielders of high power and the protection of the Imperial Family.

  These were the best Eukaron had to offer, and the leaks of their missions show it. Part of the reason why Eukaron hasn't been conquered by Dark Intrinium.

  "Hmph..." Vincent shrugged, walking to one of the smaller ships. He noticed that the sky turned from a pale pink to a deep magenta-red, as the star set. The 3 moons of the planet were beginning to rise as well. It was already night, and yet the city seemed more alive than ever.

  The lights of the city shined brighter than the stars themselves. He figured it was best to leave before the night got worse. He looked around for a few minutes to see if there were any security guards or cameras. The ship was locked and had a bodyguard ad the entrance. Rats! Now what?

  "Hey... I'm gonna need that ship." He simply said to the bodyguard, who looked at him with a puzzled expression. They would look at him, confused and dazzled, before they began to speak in their native language.

  "Is everyone- alright, ugh... I'mmo needo thato shipo, understando?"

  The bodyguard looked at him weird, rested a hand on the holster on their belt and using another to point away from the ship. As if shooing away a dog.

  "Is everyone in this goddamn planet a retard?"

  Vincent simply walked over to the ship, not noticing the big bulky bodyguard yelling something before pulling out a pistol. It was aimed at his head as he got close to the ship. Vincent shook his head and as he climbed up on the ship to nudge the hatch, the bodyguard fired a warning shot, missing Vincent's head by just a few inches.

  Vincent turned his head, visibly frustrated. It was as if both held a staring contest.

  "...There are tons of ships, unmanned, in this heap of junk and you're pissy about me taking just one? You piss me off... All of you piss me off. I don't care about this dumbass city, this dumbass planet, your dumbass language or even your dumbass people. I'm taking the fucking ship, whether you like it or not."

  He continued nudging the hatch, struggling to get it open. "Damn... this... hatch..." After some time, he finally ripped it open.

  The bodyguard yelled, which caused him to whip his head around and stare him down. "Do you want to know what happens to people who fire a gun at me and miss?"

  Vincent made a gun gesture with his hand and motioned as if he fired at the bodyguard. A tiny orb manifested, acting as the destructive bullet that destroyed the gun from the bodyguard. An easy disarm.

  This made him jump, startled, and quickly run away.

  He could hear him shout in the distance.

  Vincent smiled, and chuckled, as he jumped into the small ship. That single action however, was enough to leave a trace of his Soul-Aura carelessly. The more potent a Soul is, the more Soul-Residue it leaves behind... and the longer it takes for it to dissipate.

  He fired up the engines, smirking. The ship felt premium, high-quality, and incredibly well-made. A perfect getaway.

  "Heh! Now we're talking! Anything to get off this shit-hole, and I copped a pretty nice whip!" Vincent exclaimed, he was surprised to see a ship of this caliber in a city like Hennafell. He engaged the thrusters and took lift-off.

  "Now... the King of Destruction is truly on... his........" He fell silent. Ever since he landed in Hennafell City, he had a penetrating feeling that he was being watched. "What is... this aura?"

  The King of Destruction was fazed... his eyes were wide. Something was amiss here. He was being watched, but by something or someone else. He couldn't pinpoint who or what it was. He felt that the presence was something beyond him. Only this time, it felt like it was heading for him. He was on high alert, he should be, if he wants to live.

  "That's a bad sign..."

  Vincent's aura was impossible to miss and trace. This is because he harbored the Soul of Destruction.

  The most unstable Soul in all of the universe.

  If he were to use even a fraction of his power, it would leave an almost permanent trail of Soul-Residue. Whatever his Soul was, the Soul-Residue was enough to attract... well, anyone that's looking for him.

  He saw 4 shuttles heading his way.

  "Well, shit..."

  Vincent knew how to evade. But evading from a planet that you know next to nothing about... and in a ship that isn't your own, is incredibly difficult.

  Was he fucked?

  Not necessarily. But he sure was in trouble. He decided to head towards a more deserted part of the city, where he had a more open space. His senses were all on high alert.

  Just a mere few seconds later, he was being followed. It was obvious that this was a group that had the intent of capturing him. He was going to fall into a dogfight.

  "Who the fuck is out to get me!?"

  The first of the 4 ships opened fire, and the chase ensued. It was only a matter of time before the other three followed suit. "This ship doesn't have guns, either! So much for it being premium, what the fuck is this? Some sort of van!?"

  The ship Vincent took had no defense. No guns. No missiles. No weapons of any sort.

  All four shuttles would shoot at Vincent in unison, giving him no chance to evade their missiles, or even try a cobra manuever to lose them. He was being chased and he was in deep trouble. The ship would take direct impact from all the missiles, as the engines and the thrusteres were immediately destroyed. Vincent's only choice was to eject out of the ship before it crashes.

  "... I lost something!" The console was rapidly beeping as he was freefalling in the ship.

  He looked down and saw that the ground was getting closer and closer... and closer, until he finally ejected himself out of the ship before it crashed.

  Vincent could feel the heat of the crash behind him, as the shockwave of it pushed him further. He was far away from the city now, located at what the locals called the Mauve Canyon.