The Dark Order / DARKORDER

The Dark Order
The cold void of space stretched endlessly before them, speckled with the faint, distant glow of stars. Beyond the vast asteroid field of the Pyrrhus Belt, a lone Idris frigate loomed, its black hull reflecting nothing but the faint glimmers of dying stars. This was the Ravenhold, the flagship of the Dark Order, a private military group that thrived in the shadows where empires dared not tread.

Captain Denimos stood on the bridge, his eyes scanning the tactical holo-display. He was a man hardened by years of service in conflicts that most would never hear about. The Dark Order wasn’t just a collection of soldiers for hire—they were an elite force, specializing in operations the UEE and corporations preferred to disavow. To some, they were mercenaries; to others, the last line of defense against chaos. To Denimos, they were family.

Their current contract was no different in its ambiguity. A rogue terraforming outfit, Helion Dynamics, had gone dark in the Nyx system. The UEE wouldn’t officially act—it would draw too much attention to their corporate ties—but whispers suggested something more sinister than corporate sabotage. The Dark Order had been tasked to investigate, recover key assets, and, if necessary, neutralize the threat.

“Helm,” Denimos said, his gravelly voice cutting through the quiet hum of the ship. “Plot a course for Nyx. Engage stealth protocols. I want to be ghosts out there.”

“Aye, Captain,” replied a voice from the helm, the young officer’s hands gliding over the controls.

Denimos turned to face the assembled officers behind him. In the dim light of the bridge, their faces were barely visible, a mix of war-worn veterans and eager recruits. Each wore the blackened armor that had become the signature of the Dark Order.

“This isn’t a simple rescue mission,” Denimos continued. “Helion Dynamics was playing with something dangerous. Whatever we find out there, we handle it fast and quiet. No witnesses, no loose ends.”

As the Ravenhold surged forward into the dark, the faint stars outside the viewport seemed to vanish one by one, consumed by the shadow of the frigate’s cloaking systems. For the Dark Order, there was no light, no hero’s welcome—only the cold, unyielding reality of their mission.

In the Nyx system, something waited for them. Something no one was supposed to find. And the Dark Order was about to discover just how far the void’s darkness could stretch.