I Became A Zompirewolf

The grand hall of the Orion Palace shimmered with extravagance and splendour as beings from various corners of the galaxy gathered for the royal party.

The room buzzed with an energy transcending boundaries as humanoid and non-humanoid aliens mingled, their exotic forms and vibrant colours adding to the spectacle.

The guests conversed in a multitude of languages, their translation devices seamlessly bridging the communication gaps. A delicate dance of diplomacy and curiosity unfolded as species exchanged knowledge and shared tales from their respective corners of the galaxy.

At the centre of attention were the guests of honour—the renowned mercenary organisation, the Ghosts. Whispers of their accomplishments echoed through the crowd, accompanied by both awe and scepticism.

A while ago, the Ghosts had achieved the impossible by taking down one of the most notorious criminals in the Milky Way galaxy, The Phantom, a feat that had earned them praise and admiration from countless worlds.

In one corner of the room, a group of Andromedans gathered in animated conversation with their luminescent blue skin and multiple appendages. They marvelled at the Ghosts’ audacity and skill, their voices blending harmoniously as they discussed the intricacies of the operation.

“I heard the Ghosts recently took down the Vortak Syndicate single-handedly,” one Andromedan said, her voice reverberating with excitement. “They’re like shadows, striking swiftly and disappearing without a trace.”

A nearby cluster of reptilian Rylorians observed the Andromedans with a hint of scepticism. Their scales glistened in hues of green and gold, their slit-like eyes narrowing as they exchanged theories.

“It’s nothing more than luck,” a Rylorian murmured, his sharp teeth glinting. “A mere mercenary group shouldn’t be celebrated so grandly. They lack the finesse and experience of established organisations.”

While the Rylorians felt that way, there were plenty of others who both backed them as well as criticised them as they were known for their ‘purist’ beliefs.

A group of elegantly dressed Caelrians, their iridescent wings gently fluttering, gathered near a holographic projection of the masked Reaper and his soldiers in action. Their ethereal voices carried a sense of curiosity and intrigue.

“Have you seen Reaper in action?” one Caelrian asked, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Another Caelrian nodded, her voice filled with awe. “Yes, I watched one of their missions firsthand. If I’m not mistaken, it was a rescue operation for the President’s daughter. Their precision and skill are unmatched, and it’s no wonder they could defeat such a formidable adversary.”

Nearby, a cluster of yet another reptilian species, the Zetharians, engaged in a spirited conversation. Their scaly bodies shimmered under the soft illumination as they exchanged their opinions.

“I’ve heard the Ghosts operate with incredible efficiency,” remarked a Zetharian with flickering bioluminescent patterns across his skin. “Their tactics are as cunning as a predator stalking its prey. Not to mention, they are yet to fail a single of their mission which gives them an edge over the other organisations.”

A neighbouring group of sleek and agile Xyloids joined the discussion, their metallic exoskeletons reflecting the vibrant hues of the room. Their synthesised voices conveyed an air of curiosity.

“I wonder how the Ghosts managed to gain such fame in such a short period,” one Xyloid pondered, their eyes glowing with a faint luminescence.

The Xyloid were known as hibernating creatures that hibernate for tens of years every time and therefore are usually unaware of what’s happening around them.

A jovial gathering of Gleeplorians, known for their social nature and vibrant plumed feathers, chuckled among themselves. Their melodic laughter filled the room as they shared anecdotes. 𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗹．𝐨𝗿𝗴

“They say Reaper has nerves of steel,” one Gleeplorian chirped. “It takes a certain kind of bravery to face danger head-on and emerge victorious.”

At a nearby refreshment station, a group of human ambassadors engaged in a lively discussion with an imposing species of armoured Atraxians. The humans spoke with admiration, while the Atraxians maintained a stoic presence.

“I shouldn’t say this because of the history between the humans and mutants, but there’s no denying that Reaper is a legend in the making,” one human stated, a gleam of excitement in their eyes.

“Their tactical genius and combat skills are unmatched, and the Ghosts have become a force to be reckoned with. Therefore, we should take this time to forge a relationship with them.”

As the conversations continued, beings from the Avian race, with their feathery wings and elegant postures, added their opinions to the mix. They shared stories of encounters with the Ghosts and expressed their admiration for the mercenaries’ audacity.

Amid the diverse crowd, a cluster of telepathic beings known as the Alerians stood apart, their luminescent tendrils pulsating with vibrant colours as they communicated silently.

Their serene expressions betrayed a profound curiosity, their minds delving into the mysteries surrounding the Ghosts and their enigmatic leader, Reaper.

But not all the species in attendance held the Ghosts in high regard. An enigmatic race of energy beings called the Xalites observed the festivities from their ethereal forms. They remained distant and aloof, their whispers of disappointment carrying across the room.

“They are mercenaries, after all,” one Xalite said, its voice resonating in echoes. “The attention bestowed upon them is unwarranted. True heroes should come from noble origins, not a band of paid, honourless, and opportunistic warriors.”

“Did you Xalites used to work as labourers in Crimson mines not too long ago?” An Avian smirked as the Xalite left for some other location.

Amidst the diverse opinions and perspectives, the grand hall atmosphere remained charged with anticipation. The arrival of the Ghosts and their enigmatic leader, Reaper, was eagerly awaited by all.

The galaxy held its breath, ready to witness the collision of worlds and the convergence of power and intrigue.

The conversations ebbed and flowed like currents in the cosmic ocean as the royal party continued. Species from all walks of life and galaxies intertwined, sharing tales, exchanging knowledge, and weaving a tapestry of interstellar unity.

Amid the cacophony, the Ghosts remained a beacon of curiosity and intrigue, their reputation preceding them. Whether hailed as heroes or questioned as upstarts, their presence ignited a spark of excitement that permeated the air.

And as the hours ticked by, the anticipation grew, reaching its zenith as the doors at the far end of the hall swung open, followed by the announcement of the arrival of the honoured guest.

Still, no one was expecting Reaper to make a grandiose entrance as their mouths were left open after what they saw.