Re-Awakened :I Ascend as an SSS-Ranked Dragon Summoner-Chapter 349: Day 3 in hell

The silence that had followed Noah Eclipse’s disappearance had long since been replaced by the grim reality of prolonged tactical engagement.

Martinez crouched behind crystalline formations that provided scant cover, his rifle trained on the mining facility below. Six hours of continuous combat had transformed him from a soldier who followed orders into a field Noah making life-and-death decisions for thirty-seven people.

"Sir," Maya Melendez crawled up beside him, her uniform torn and bloodied from hours of fighting. "We’ve got a serious problem. Ammunition is down to fifteen percent across all positions."

Martinez nodded grimly. The hostiles—because they’d stopped pretending these were refugees hours ago—had been using hit-and-run tactics, wearing down their defensive positions through attrition. Every time his soldiers thought they’d cleared a sector, more enemies would emerge from the crystalline terrain like they were spawning from the ground itself.

"Any word from the reconnaissance team?" Martinez asked, though he already knew the answer.

"Negative. No contact since they departed with the ’civilian guides’ six hours ago."

Six hours. Martinez had been keeping count, because time was the one resource they couldn’t manufacture. His soldiers were exhausted, running on adrenaline and determination, but both were finite. Their respective academies had trained them well, but training could only compensate for so much when you were outnumbered four-to-one by enemies who knew the terrain better than you did.

"Movement, southern approach," Chen’s voice crackled through the comm. "Multiple contacts, moving in coordinated formation."

Martinez swung his scope toward Chen’s position and immediately spotted the thermal signatures. What he saw made his stomach drop. These weren’t the same poorly-equipped miners they’d been fighting. These figures moved with military precision, carried advanced weaponry, and their heat signatures were... wrong.

"Sarge," Martinez said quietly, "those aren’t human thermal patterns."

Melendez looked through her own scope and cursed under her breath. "Core temperature’s too low, extremity heat distribution is off. What the hell are we looking at?"

Before Martinez could answer, Rivers from the Bravo Company survivors crawled over with the hollow-eyed look of someone who’d been through hell twice. ", we’ve got incoming from the eastern canyon. Same heat signatures as the ones you’re tracking."

"How many?" Martinez asked.

"Approximately twenty contacts. But Martinez..." Rivers paused, his voice tight with something between fear and disbelief. "I’ve been watching them through binocs for the past ten minutes. They’re not just moving like they’re coordinated. They’re moving like they’re connected. Like they share the same tactical awareness."

Martinez processed this information with the analytical approach he’d learned from watching Noah Eclipse. "Connected how?"

"Like they know what each other are thinking without communication. When one group changes direction, the others adjust their approach vectors simultaneously. No radio chatter, no hand signals. Just perfect coordination."

The tactical implications were staggering. If they were facing an enemy with some form of shared consciousness or networked awareness, conventional small-unit tactics would be significantly less effective.

"All units," Martinez called into his comm, "we have hostile contacts approaching from multiple vectors. New rules of engagement: assume the enemy has perfect intelligence on your position and movements. Shift defensive positions every sixty seconds. Maintain overlapping fields of fire but be prepared for coordinated assault."

"Sir," Thompson’s voice carried from the northern perimeter, "I’m seeing something else. The thermal signatures we’ve been tracking? Some of them are moving through terrain that should be impassable. Like they’re not affected by normal physical limitations."

Martinez felt ice form in his stomach. Enhanced enemies with shared tactical awareness and unusual physical capabilities. Without Noah Eclipse and his analytical approach to impossible situations, they were facing something that challenged every assumption about conventional warfare.

"Sarge," he said quietly to Melendez, "I need you to start thinking about fallback positions. If these things are what I think they are, our current defensive line won’t hold."

"What do you think they are?" Melendez asked.

"I think they’re the reason Noah Eclipse told us this mission felt wrong from the beginning. And I think we’re about to find out why."

The sound of approaching footsteps began to echo through the crystalline canyons—not the chaotic noise of human movement, but the rhythmic precision of something that moved with inhuman coordination.

Martinez keyed his comm for a general broadcast. "All units, this is Martinez assuming field command in the absence of Noah Eclipse. We are about to engage hostile forces with unknown capabilities. Remember your training, watch your sectors, and keep each other alive. Noah will return, and when he does, we’re going to have a full tactical report ready for him."

He hoped he sounded more confident than he felt.

---

A makeshift medical station was set up in the shadow of their transport ship, alien soil crunching under boots as medics worked on the wounded. The facility had been a complete loss—structural damage from the battle made it uninhabitable, and the coordinated attack by compromised personnel had revealed the full scope of the Authority’s infiltration.

Diana sat on a supply crate, her left arm in a sling as the healer worked to repair the damage to her radius among other repairs.

"The fracture is clean," the healer said, blue light emanating from their hands as they knit bone and tissue back together. "Full mobility should be restored within the hour."

Diana barely acknowledged the words. Her ice-blue eyes stared at the alien horizon, jaw tight with something that had nothing to do with physical pain. "I was useless," she said flatly.

Sophie stood apart from the group, her arms wrapped around herself as she stared at nothing. She hadn’t spoken much since Noah’s dramatic rescue, hadn’t responded to questions about her condition or debriefing requests. Occasional sparks of probability energy flickered around her fingers like dying embers, but they showed her nothing—just meaningless electrical discharge. It was evident that they were still active and she feared they were doing more harm than good right now considering how dire their situation was.

"Sophie," Lyra said softly, approaching her teammate with careful movements. Her transformation back to human form had left her exhausted, and there was something different in her expression now—like a mask had finally been removed. "You need to eat something. It’s been eight hours since—"

"Since my abilities went completely haywire," Sophie said quietly.

The words fell into the makeshift medical area like stones into still water. George and Kole exchanged glances while they cleaned their weapons, both volunteers still processing what they’d witnessed in the facility.

"What do you mean?" Lyra asked, though her voice carried a weight that suggested she already suspected.

"During the fight. When that female-looking three-horn showed up." Sophie’s voice was hollow. "My probability field wasn’t just activated—it was chaotic. Creating situations instead of just reacting to them. When I think about it, Noah appeared exactly where he needed to be, exactly when..." She trailed off, realization dawning.

Diana’s head turned sharply. "You think your field pulled him there?"

"I don’t know. Maybe. The probability cascades were unlike anything I’ve experienced before. And Noah was supposed to be dealing with his own team far off. He said when he first arrived that his team were being attacked by civilians as well. No mentions of Harbingers. He probably came here to warn us, warn me but..." Sophie’s sparks flickered more intensely. "What if my lack of control is the reason he got separated from his team in the first place?"

The silence that followed was uncomfortable, filled only by the distant hum of the transport’s engines and the alien wind across the barren landscape.

That’s when Commander Pierce emerged from the ship, his posture rigid in a way that suggested he was barely containing something.

"Pathfinder Seven," Pierce said, his voice cutting through the alien air like a blade. "We need to discuss your performance during this operation."

Diana tried to stand, but the healer pressed her back down. "Sir, with respect, now might not be the best time for—"

"Frost," Pierce interrupted, his usual commanding presence somehow feeling forced, "your team’s inability to maintain operational security has resulted in significant complications. I’d say this is exactly the time."

Sophie’s head came up, her eyes meeting Pierce’s with something that made the air around her go quiet. She was visibly angry now.

"Operational security? We walked into a trap because your intelligence was garbage."

Pierce stepped forward, and for a moment, his mask of authority slipped enough to show something desperate underneath. "The extraction of compromised personnel, the facility destruction, the civilian casualties—all of this requires explanation to higher command."

"Explanation?" Lyra’s voice had lost its usual warmth entirely. "Pierce, we barely survived an ambush by mind-controlled EDF personnel. Maybe the explanation is that someone fucked up the intelligence assessment."

George shifted uncomfortably, his respect for military hierarchy warring with what he’d witnessed. "Sir, the situation was... unprecedented. The coordination between the compromised miners, the way they used their abilities together—"

"Which is exactly why field teams need to follow established protocols instead of engaging in heroics," Pierce said, but there was something brittle in his voice. " Eclipse’s unauthorized intervention could have compromised his own mission parameters."

Diana hit her fist on her crate which started a null field involuntarily, creating a zone of absolute stillness around her treatment crate. "Are you seriously suggesting Noah made the wrong choice by saving our lives?"

"I’m suggesting," Pierce replied, his voice rising slightly, "that emotional decisions in tactical situations create cascading problems that affect operations beyond your immediate team."

Kole stepped forward, his usually quiet voice carrying unusual heat. "Commander, respectfully, Noah saved all of our lives. If he hadn’t shown up when he did—"

"If he hadn’t shown up when he did, his own team would still have their commanding officer available for their current engagement," Pierce snapped. "Instead, they’re operating without leadership in a hostile environment."

"Then we go get him. We extract Noah and his team." She said, holding Pierce’s gaze.

"Absolutely not," Pierce said, the words sharp and immediate. " Reign, your entire team is showing signs of emotional compromise. You’re being reassigned to Earth-based operations pending psychological evaluation."

"Like hell we are," Lyra snarled, her human form beginning to show subtle signs of the transformation capabilities she’d revealed during the battle. "You’re not benching us while Noah and the rest of our team is in the field without backup."

Pierce’s facade cracked a little further. "This is exactly the kind of insubordinate attitude that creates operational disasters! You think you know better than command structure, better than intelligence assessments, better than—"

"Better than you?" Diana interrupted, her null field expanding. "Pierce, when was the last time you were in actual combat? Because watching us nearly get killed from two kilometers away doesn’t qualify as tactical leadership."

The accusation hit Pierce like a physical blow. His face went ashen, and for a moment, the rigid military posture collapsed entirely.

"I made the tactical assessment that the situation required," he said, but his voice lacked any conviction.

"You mean you froze," Sophie said quietly, the realization hitting her with crystalline clarity. "You watched us walk into a trap, saw what was happening, and froze."

The silence that followed was deafening.

George looked between his teammates and his commanding officer, his face showing the kind of internal conflict that came with loyalty being tested against reality. "Commander, maybe we should focus on the debrief rather than—"

"The debrief," Pierce said, his voice becoming increasingly desperate, "will show that this team operates outside acceptable parameters. That Reign’s probability manipulation creates unpredictable variables. That Frost’s null field usage shows lack of tactical discipline. That David’s..." he gestured at Lyra, "hesitance to deploy her abilities represents a security breach."

"And that you’re unfit for field command," Diana said flatly.

Pierce’s hands were shaking now, the facade completely stripped away to reveal something broken underneath. "I have twenty years of military service. I have commanded dozens of successful operations. I will not have my competence questioned by a team that—"

"That survived despite your leadership," Sophie finished. "Pierce, we’re done pretending you’re in control here."

But Pierce was beyond listening, his career and identity crumbling in real time. "No. No, this team follows orders. They respect chain of command. They—"

"They’re alive because they ignored your orders," Lyra said simply.

The words hung in the alien air like a judgment, and Pierce finally broke.

All eyes turned to George, who stood frozen between loyalty to his teammates and respect for military hierarchy. His face was a mask of anguish as he processed everything that had just been revealed.

"I..." he started, then stopped. "I need to think about this."

The silence that followed carried the weight of a team fracturing along lines that couldn’t be easily repaired.

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