Conquering Planets: Rise of the Cosmic Tyrant-Chapter 7: Work in Progress

The rebellion wasn’t dead.

It was reborn.

That very night, a small strike team slipped into the valley below.

They found one of Cedric’s supply caravans—unguarded, unprotected.

Aldric didn’t hesitate.

With a swift signal, his men set it ablaze.

The explosion lit up the night, the flames reflecting in Aldric’s eyes.

Cedric thought he had won.

But this war was far from over.

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The glow of the burning supply caravan still flickered in the distance as Aldric and his team retreated into the cover of the trees. The scent of charred wood and scorched grain filled the night air. It was a small victory, but an important one.

They had struck first.

And now Cedric would know—the rebellion wasn’t dead.

Aldric crouched behind a fallen log, motioning for the others to hold position. They had to be careful. The enemy would react soon, and the last thing they needed was to get caught in an open field.

Elya wiped soot off her cheek, grinning. "That went well."

"Too well," Valerian muttered. His sword was still drawn, his eyes scanning the dark forest. "Cedric won’t ignore this."

Aldric knew it was true. Their real challenge was about to begin.

The retaliation would come.

And it would come hard.

Hunted

They moved through the forest quickly, their steps light against the damp earth. Every sound felt louder than it should have been—the snapping of twigs, the rustling of leaves.

They weren’t just running.

They were being hunted.

The enemy would send scouts. Trackers. Maybe even hounds.

Aldric pushed forward, his mind racing. They had to reach the mines before sunrise. If they were caught out in the open, with no cover, it would be a massacre.

"Faster," he ordered. "We can’t stop."

But the forest was unforgiving.

The terrain was rough, filled with hidden roots and uneven ground. The wounded stumbled, exhaustion slowing them down. Every breath was labored. Every muscle screamed for rest.

But there was no time.

And then—

A distant horn blast echoed through the trees.

Valerian cursed under his breath. "They’re onto us."

Another horn. Closer this time.

Elya drew her dagger. "We need to split up."

Aldric hesitated. Splitting up was risky. But if they stayed together, they’d be too easy to track.

His jaw tightened. "Fine. Groups of three. Keep moving west. Regroup at the mines."

No more words were needed.

The rebels vanished into the shadows.

The Chase

Aldric ran.

Branches slashed at his arms, his boots sinking into the mud with every step. Behind him, he could hear footsteps, fast and relentless.

They were closing in.

An arrow whistled past his ear. Then another.

He dove behind a fallen tree just as a third arrow embedded itself in the bark. His heart pounded. Too close.

He turned, eyes scanning the darkness. He wasn’t alone.

Valerian was beside him, sword drawn. And Elya was nowhere to be seen.

"Where is she?" Aldric whispered.

Valerian’s expression was grim. "She led them away."

Damn it.

Aldric clenched his fists. Elya was fast—faster than most. If anyone could evade capture, it was her. But still...

He hated leaving people behind.

Valerian put a hand on his shoulder. "She’ll be fine. But we won’t be if we don’t move."

Aldric took a breath. Focus.

They had to reach the mines.

Now.

A Narrow Escape

The sound of pursuit didn’t stop.

Even as the night stretched on, they kept coming.

Aldric and Valerian pushed their bodies to the limit, every step bringing them closer to safety. But the enemy was relentless.

Then—light ahead.

Not fire. Not torches.

The mines.

Aldric’s heart leaped. They were almost there.

"Go!" he shouted.

Valerian sprinted ahead. Aldric followed, feet barely touching the ground—

Until pain exploded in his shoulder.

He stumbled, barely catching himself.

An arrow.

He ripped it out, blood soaking his sleeve. But there was no time to stop.

Valerian turned, eyes wide. "Aldric—"

"I’m fine!" he snapped. "Keep moving!"

The entrance to the mine loomed ahead—a dark, gaping mouth in the rock.

Aldric forced himself forward. Ten steps.

Five.

And then—safety.

He collapsed inside, panting.

Valerian slid the heavy wooden gate shut, sealing them inside. For now.

Regrouping

The rebels slowly trickled in, one by one. Some limped. Others carried wounded comrades. Not all of them made it.

Aldric watched, his face unreadable.

When Elya finally appeared, covered in dirt and grinning like a madwoman, he felt something in his chest ease.

She tossed a bloodied knife on the ground. "Miss me?"

Aldric exhaled. "Barely."

She smirked. "Liar."

But there was no time for relief.

The battle wasn’t over.

They had survived—but for how long?

Preparing for War

Inside the mines, the rebels regrouped.

Aldric stood before them, his shoulder wrapped in cloth, his eyes sharp.

"We hit them once," he said. "Now we hit them again."

He pointed to a map on the ground, a plan forming.

Sabotage. Ambushes. Traps.

If Cedric thought the rebellion was dead, he was wrong.

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The rebels worked through the night.

Inside the mines, torches flickered, casting long shadows against the jagged walls. The air was thick with dust and sweat, the scent of blood still fresh from their escape. But there was no time for rest.

Aldric sat on a wooden crate, his injured shoulder wrapped in a rough bandage. The pain was dull but constant, a reminder of how close they had come to losing everything.

Elya dropped onto a nearby rock, stretching her sore limbs. "We’re not dead. That’s a win."

Valerian, leaning against the cold stone wall, shook his head. "Barely. We got lucky."

Aldric looked around at the faces of his people. Some were bruised, others bleeding, all exhausted. But there was something else in their eyes—determination.

They weren’t broken.

Not yet.

And as long as they still had fight in them, the war wasn’t over.

Regrouping

A battered wooden table had been dragged to the center of the cavern, maps and weapons scattered across its surface.

Aldric stood, gripping the edge of the table to steady himself. "We hit them hard last night, but it won’t be enough. Cedric’s army is coming. We need to be ready."

Valerian pointed at the map. "They’ll send scouts first. Small teams to track us down. We can ambush them."

Elya smirked. "More supplies for us, fewer eyes for them."

Aldric nodded. "Good. But it won’t stop them. Cedric will bring his full force soon."

Silence fell over the room. They all knew what that meant.

A siege.

The mines were well hidden, but if Cedric’s forces found them, there would be no escape.