Chapter Title: Day of Reckoning: Sunbeam's Solar Vow
News of devastation struck the Solar Regime like a sun pierced by shadow.
At the heart of Sollarisca, in the war-forged capital of Solarius Delta, the golden towers had once shimmered like morning fire. Now, what remained was a blackened ruin—a cratered skeleton of brilliance turned to ash. The once-bustling solar metropolis had been reduced to silence, its infrastructure burned to molten slag, and its people vaporized in a heat not of the sun—but of the enemy's hand.
That enemy had a name.
ISIS: International Striking Individual Sweeping Satellite Cannon.
It became the most spoken phrase across the regime. Citizens wept in stunned disbelief as Solar News anchors repeated it like a dirge:
"This just in: the enemy has unveiled a satellite-class orbital strike weapon of unprecedented devastation, officially named the International Striking Individual Sweeping Satellite Cannon, or ISIS for short."
Inside the Solar Grand Citadel, General Sunbeam stood in grim silence, flanked by Supreme Commanders Solardye, Solardale, and Solarstream. The council chamber had become a fortress of tension. Sunbeam's bright orange cloak trailed behind him like a banner of vengeance, his radiant orange eyes glinting with controlled fury.
"Report."
Solarstream activated the holo-display. The floating footage captured the moment the ISIS cannon struck Solarius Delta. The screen bathed in hues of blinding red, orange, and black as a death-ray carved a molten chasm through the heart of their civilization.
"The ISIS Satellite Cannon—launched covertly into orbit by the Blackened Regime—emitted a full-spectrum orbital beam enhanced with poisons, viral vectors, corrosive payloads, and EMP pulses. It vaporized our grid. It fried our skies. It destroyed our shield matrix."
"They're calling it a divine weapon. A god-killer," Solardye added gravely.
Sunbeam's fist slammed the golden table, cracking it.
"Then we will eclipse their false divinity. I want retaliation. Immediate. Total."
Solardale, ever the tactician, gestured toward the tactical map.
"Blackwing’s forces are fortified around Khihmouth, Zubets, and Raaisel. If we hit those command nodes, we might disrupt control of the ISIS system."
"The public demands justice, sir," Solarstream added. "They chant your name in the ashes of Solarius Delta. They need hope."
Sunbeam turned toward the panoramic window overlooking the plains of Oranjukai—once illuminated by Solarius Delta’s energy core, now dim. Smoke clouds rose in the distance. Families displaced. Infrastructure melted. The golden banners of the Solar Regime hung limply, scorched by betrayal from above.
"We gave light to the world. They answered with death from the heavens."
"Then give us the word, General," Solardale said. "We'll move our fleets, awaken the dormant Sunmarines, and call upon the Skyburn Protocol."
Sunbeam’s gaze became unwavering.
"Prepare Operation Phoenixfall. We rise from the ashes. We burn a path to their orbit. And we make sure the world remembers this name—"
He turned to all present, his voice thunderous:
"The International Striking Individual Sweeping Satellite Cannon. ISIS. Let that name be engraved in history as the tyrant's last mistake."
The room erupted in action. Fleet captains were summoned. Engineers activated deep-planet sunforges. Elite Sunmarines began final checks. Solarstorm divisions moved into battle stations.
Across the continent, civilian broadcasters repeated the General’s words as gospel. The Solar Regime would rise. The blackened stars above would soon fall.
"This is not the end," General Sunbeam declared to the camera. "This is our solar vow."
"ISIS may strike once. But we, the Solar Regime, shall strike forever."
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