Kahn clenched the Deep Space Hunter Blade in his palm, his knuckles turning pale from the sheer force. The abandoned Federation starship was thick with the acrid smell of rusted metal and the faint, unsettling stench of unknown biohazards; ten minutes earlier, the distress signals from his three teammates had abruptly cut off. Under the cold glow of the emergency lights, the frost-resistant alloy patterns on the blade’s surface shimmered with an eerie blue hue—this was a custom weapon developed by the Marine Corps specifically for interstellar alien combat. Its serrated edges could effortlessly tear through even the toughest exoskeletons, while the cryogenically hardened blade could instantly freeze biological nerves. He rounded a warped bulkhead and suddenly caught sight of a viscous, dark-green liquid flickering in the shadows ahead—right next to his teammate’s tactical helmet, its display still frozen on the image of a grotesque, distorted alien face covered in compound eyes. Kahn slowly drew the Hunter Blade; the blade hummed softly as it charged with energy. He noticed drag marks on the floor leading deeper into the power core, where the reactor readings were wildly erratic. Taking a deep breath, he stepped onto the frigid metal deck and followed the trail—after all, no one could escape the Deep Space Hunter Blade’s lock-on… at least that’s what the Marine Corps handbook says.🔍