Re-Awakened :I Ascend as an SSS-Ranked Dragon Summoner - Chapter 412

Chapter 412: An old friend visits

[Briefing Room 7, Vanguard Space Station, Somewhere in the Milky Way]

The briefing room carried the sterile atmosphere of military efficiency, its polished metal surfaces and regulation furniture designed for function rather than comfort. Three figures sat around the central table, their postures reflecting the weight of the conversation that had been building for over an hour.

Commander Cassandra Beaumont sat at the head of the table, her fingers steepled as she reviewed the holographic displays floating above the surface. Her usually composed demeanor showed cracks of strain that hadn’t been there when the Vanguard Initiative had launched two months ago. The responsibility of managing humanity’s most promising young soldiers was proving more complicated than anyone had anticipated.

“Let’s review the situation one more time,” she said, her voice carrying the controlled tension of someone trying to maintain professional calm in an increasingly impossible situation. “Pathfinder Team 7 has been missing for seventeen days. No communication, no status updates, no indication of their current location or operational status.”

Commander Viktor Volkov leaned back in his chair, his weathered face showing the kind of exhaustion that came from years of military service and too many sleepless nights. At fifty-two, he was the senior officer among the three commanders, and his experience with military politics made him acutely aware of how badly this situation could spiral.

“Seventeen days without contact,” he repeated, shaking his head. “In any other circumstances, we’d have declared them KIA and moved on. But these aren’t any other circumstances.”

Commander Mei Lein, the youngest of the three at thirty-four, sat quietly reviewing personnel files on her personal tablet. Her petite frame and soft-spoken nature often led people to underestimate her, but her analytical mind and talent for logistics had made her invaluable in the early stages of the Vanguard program.

“The asset evaluation is what concerns me most,” she said without looking up from her tablet. “We’re not talking about standard military personnel here. These are individuals with backgrounds, connections, and capabilities that make their disappearance a potential diplomatic and strategic catastrophe.”

Cassie activated the holographic personnel display, and six detailed profiles appeared in the air above the table. Each one showed a young face, biographical data, and classification ratings that represented months of evaluation and training.

“Noah Eclipse,” she began, highlighting the first profile. “SSS-ranked combat specialist, void manipulation abilities, tactical leadership scores in the ninety-eighth percentile. Classified as humanity’s second most valuable military asset after you know who..”

The implications of that classification hung heavy in the room. SSS-ranked soldiers were so rare that the EDF had protocols in place for their protection that superseded normal military chain of command. Losing one was the kind of career-ending disaster that could result in court martial proceedings.

“Lucas Grey,” Volkov continued, highlighting the second profile. “S-ranked lightning specialist, son to the Grey family consortium. Called back to Raiju Prime by his family for reasons unknown to EDF command.”

“That’s the one piece of this that makes sense,” Mei interjected. “The Grey family owns the Raiju system, maintains a private military force that could give our Seventh Fleet trouble in open combat. When they call their son home, he goes. The question is why the rest of the team followed him.”

Cassie moved to the next profile. “Kelvin Pithon. Son of Webb Pithon, CEO of Pithon Military Industries. His father’s company provides thirty-seven percent of the EDF’s advanced weaponry and cybernetic enhancement systems.”

“Political nightmare waiting to happen,” Volkov muttered. “Webb Pithon has enough influence in the EDF hierarchy to have all three of us reassigned to asteroid mining duty if he decides we’re responsible for his son’s disappearance.”

“Sophie Reign,” Mei continued. “Daughter of former Defense Minister Patricia Reign. Third generation ranked probability manipulation specialist, consistently scores in the top percentile for tactical assessment and combat effectiveness.”

Cassie hesitated before highlighting the next profile, one that was markedly different from the others. Instead of the detailed biographical information present in the other files, this one showed only basic identification data and a large ‘X’ classification where personal details should have been.

“Lyra Davids,” she said simply.

The three commanders exchanged looks that spoke of shared knowledge they weren’t comfortable discussing, even in a secure briefing room. Mei’s tablet showed the same redacted information, and she quietly moved past it without comment.

“Diana Frost rounds out the team,” Volkov said, highlighting the final profile. “Daughter of Industrial Council Member Harrison Frost, momentum manipulation specialist. One of our highest-rated recruits for the entire Vanguard initiative.”

He deactivated the display and leaned forward, his expression grim. “So we have the children of some of the most powerful people in human space, led by one our most valuable military asset, all missing without a trace. Does anyone want to explain to me how we’re going to handle the inevitable shitstorm when the Ark starts asking questions?”

The Ark—officially designated as Mobile Command Station Alpha—served as the EDF’s primary headquarters and coordination center for humanity’s war against the Harbinger threat. It was also where the political and military elite made decisions that could affect the fate of entire star systems.

“They haven’t started asking questions yet,” Cassie said carefully. “The Vanguard Initiative is still new enough that irregular deployment schedules don’t raise immediate flags. Most of the other teams have been on extended missions, so Pathfinder Team 7’s absence hasn’t been noticed by anyone outside this station.”

“Yet,” Mei emphasized. “But it’s only a matter of time. The other recruits are already wondering what special assignment Team 7 is on that’s kept them away for so long. Eventually, someone’s going to submit a formal inquiry, and then we’ll have to provide answers we don’t have.”

Volkov stood up and began pacing, a habit he’d developed during his years commanding front-line positions against the Harbingers. “The way I see it, we have two options. We can wait for the situation to explode in our faces, or we can take proactive measures to retrieve our assets.”

“You’re talking about sending a retrieval team to Raiju space,” Cassie said. It wasn’t a question.

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about. We dispatch a small, discrete team to Raiju Prime, locate our missing personnel, and bring them back for appropriate disciplinary action.”

Mei looked up from her tablet, her expression troubled. “There are several problems with that approach, Viktor. First, Raiju space is sovereign territory. We can’t just send military personnel into their system without diplomatic approval.”

“Which brings us to the second problem,” Cassie added. “Our attempts to contact Raiju Prime through official channels have been unsuccessful. We’ve sent seven communication requests over the past two weeks, and none of them have been answered.”

“Why not?” Volkov asked, stopping his pacing.

“Unknown. It could be technical issues, political considerations, or they could be dealing with internal matters that take priority over EDF communications.” Cassie pulled up another display showing communication logs. “We’ve been careful to route our inquiries through standard diplomatic protocols to avoid drawing attention from the Ark, but that also means we can’t escalate to emergency channels without raising questions we’re not prepared to answer.”

Volkov slammed his palm against the table, the sound echoing through the briefing room. “So we’re stuck in bureaucratic limbo while our most valuable assets are potentially compromised, and our only options are to wait for disaster or risk creating a diplomatic incident.”

“That’s an accurate summary, yes,” Mei said quietly.

“There’s a third option,” Cassie said, though her tone suggested she wasn’t entirely comfortable with it. “We exercise patience. Continue monitoring communication channels, maintain operational security regarding Team 7’s status, and hope they return on their own before anyone else notices they’re missing.”

“Patience,” Volkov repeated, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Patience is what got us into this situation in the first place. We were patient when team 7 started showing signs of independence beyond normal parameters. We were patient when Grey received his family summons instead of following proper chain of command protocols. We were patient when an entire team of irreplaceable assets disappeared without authorization.”

He resumed pacing, his agitation increasing with each word. “I’ve spent thirty years in military service, and I can tell you with absolute certainty that patience is a luxury we cannot afford in this situation. Sooner or later, someone with sufficient authority is going to demand answers. When that happens, our careers will be over, the Vanguard Initiative will be scrapped, and every other promising young soldier in this program will suffer because we failed to maintain proper oversight.”

Mei closed her tablet and looked directly at Volkov. “What are you proposing, Viktor?”

“I’m proposing we stop pretending this is going to resolve itself and start taking concrete action to protect our interests.” Volkov’s voice took on the hard edge of someone who had made difficult decisions under pressure. “We identify a retrieval team, we find a way to get diplomatic clearance for Raiju space, and we bring our assets home. Whatever disciplinary action is appropriate can be determined once we have them back in custody.”

“And if they resist retrieval? I mean, they didn’t exactly ask anyone for permission before leaving, now did they?” Cassie asked.

“Then we make it clear that they’re EDF personnel operating under military authority, and their personal preferences are not relevant to their obligations.”

The room fell silent as the three commanders considered the implications of Volkov’s proposal. Each of them understood that they were discussing actions that could have far-reaching consequences for their careers, the Vanguard Initiative, and potentially EDF relations with one of humanity’s most powerful independent territories.

“I don’t like it,” Cassie said finally. “Too many variables, too many ways for the situation to escalate beyond our control.”

“I don’t like it either,” Mei agreed. “But Viktor has a point about the timeline. We can’t maintain operational security indefinitely.”

“So what’s our decision?” Volkov asked, returning to his seat.

Before anyone could answer, a sharp knock at the briefing room door interrupted their discussion. The three commanders exchanged glances, confirming that no other meetings were scheduled.

“Enter,” Cassie called out.

The door slid open to reveal a figure that commanded immediate attention. The woman who stepped into the briefing room was tall, easily five-foot-ten, with perfectly styled black hair that fell in waves to her shoulders. Her figure was striking in a way that suggested both elegance and physical fitness, and the glasses she wore added an air of intellectual authority that complemented her obvious confidence.

She wore a crisp EDF uniform with commander’s insignia, her bearing indicating someone accustomed to positions of authority. But what struck the three seated commanders most was her age—she appeared to be in her late twenties, younger than would normally be expected for someone holding command rank. Then again, there was Mei and even Cassie.

Mei was the first to recover from their surprise. Despite her shy nature, her role as personnel coordinator made introductions part of her standard duties.

“Commanders,” she said, rising from her seat, “I’d like you to meet Commander Pierce’s replacement. From Academy 12 of the Eastern Quadrant, Commander Seraphina Brooks.”

The reaction was immediate and coordinated. All three commanders rose simultaneously, their military training overriding their surprise as they snapped to attention and delivered crisp salutes.

Commander Brooks returned their salute, her movements indicating extensive military training despite her apparent flustered look as well as those in the room with her.

“Welcome to command,” the three commanders said in unison, their voices carrying the formal respect due to a fellow officer.

Brooks lowered her salute and offered a slight smile that managed to be both professional and genuinely warm. “Thank you for the reception. I’m looking forward to working with all of you.”

As the formalities concluded and everyone returned to their seats, Cassie couldn’t help but notice the irony of the timing. Here they were, discussing the disappearance of their most promising recruits, when the EDF had just assigned them a commander who looked just as eager as the missing soldiers themselves.

The war against the Harbingers was changing everything about military service, pushing vibrant and more capable individuals into positions of authority at unprecedented rates. Commander Brooks was clearly part of that new generation of military leaders, and her presence on the Vanguard Station suggested that the EDF’s investment in the program was deeper than they had initially realized.

“I assume you’ve been briefed on our current operational status?” Volkov asked.

“I have access to the standard reports,” Brooks replied carefully. “Though I suspect there are aspects of the situation that weren’t included in my preliminary briefing materials.”

The three commanders exchanged another set of meaningful glances. The arrival of a new command officer complicated their discussion about Pathfinder Team 7, but it also presented an opportunity. Commander Brooks would need to be brought up to speed on all operational matters, including the current crisis.

“Perhaps we should schedule a comprehensive briefing session,” Mei suggested. “There are several ongoing situations that require command-level oversight.”

“I’d appreciate that,” Brooks said. “I’m particularly interested in understanding the current status of our recruit teams and any operational challenges we might be facing.”

Cassie felt a mix of relief and apprehension. Commander Brooks’s arrival meant additional resources and expertise for dealing with their crisis, but it also meant another person who would need to be convinced that their handling of the situation had been appropriate.

The missing members of Pathfinder Team 7 had already created one potential disaster for the Vanguard Station. Now they would have to navigate the additional complexity of integrating a new command officer while maintaining operational security about their most significant failure.

As the briefing session continued and plans were made for Commander Brooks’s integration into the station’s command structure, none of them could have predicted that their newest officer had a very strong connection with some of the missing members of team 7 that would make the situation infinitely more complicated.

The war against the Harbingers had taught humanity many lessons about the unexpected nature of crisis management. The situation developing around Pathfinder Team 7 was about to provide several more.