Velkorr — The Harrow
The Harrow did not look like a warship.
Most vessels built for war were long, sharp things—needle-like spears meant to pierce through space. The Harrow was different. It resembled a massive armored citadel drifting in darkness, its exterior layered with overlapping plates of black alloy and scarred metal that had survived more wars than most civilizations remembered.
It was large enough to house a hundred soldiers comfortably, though soldiers rarely filled its halls.
The Harrow belonged to one man.
Inside its armored structure were entire operational sectors: training arenas built for extreme combat environments, research chambers capable of analyzing unknown technologies, vaults containing artifacts retrieved from dead civilizations, and weapon stores that ranged from simple kinetic arms to star-level siege devices.
Heavy munitions filled reinforced containment decks.
Rows of rifles, cannons, blades, and experimental war systems lined the armories. Light weapons, mid-range suppression tools, and heavy battlefield platforms were organized with brutal efficiency. Defensive architecture surrounded the vessel in layers: interception cannons, energy disruption fields, gravitic counter-batteries, and adaptive shielding arrays that could turn a battlefield into a fortress.
The Harrow was not simply a ship.
It was a mobile war machine.
A vault.
A laboratory.
A hunting platform.
And its master had just returned from a brutal fight.
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Velkorr stood naked beneath the suspended framework of the healing chamber.
Autonomous machines surrounded him in silence.
Small mechanical arms rotated around his body, scanning injuries and identifying structural damage. A network of medical drones hovered nearby while thin beams of green-purple light washed over his wounds.
Blood covered much of his torso.
Several bullets remained buried beneath his skin.
A snapped blade protruded from his shoulder.
Velkorr reached up without hesitation and ripped the broken weapon free.
The sound of tearing flesh filled the chamber.
He did not react.
One of the drones immediately moved in, flooding the wound with restorative energy as a cluster of small spider-like machines crawled across his body, stitching the deeper damage together with microscopic threads.
Another robotic arm clamped onto a bullet lodged near his ribs.
It pulled.
Metal scraped bone before sliding free.
Velkorr rolled his shoulder as two drones stabilized a cracked joint. The bone reset with a sharp, audible pop.
The chamber worked quickly.
Bruising faded.
Torn muscle knit itself back together.
Open wounds sealed under the weaving motion of the spider drones.
Stripped armor and shredded cloth lay discarded on the floor.
Velkorr remained completely still while the machines finished their work.
Around him, the Harrow continued processing the aftermath of the battle.
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Recovered battlefield data flooded into the ship’s systems.
Audio recordings.
Combat telemetry.
Scouting reports.
Old war records.
Fragments of rumors gathered across multiple star systems.
The Harrow analyzed them all.
A voice recording played across the chamber.
“Ooga the Great… defender of twelve systems…”
Another voice followed.
“A god among warriors.”
Velkorr listened in silence.
More recordings surfaced.
Very different ones.
“He took what he wanted.”
“Whole cities bent the knee just so he wouldn’t destroy them.”
“People called him merciful… but only compared to the tyrants he killed.”
The data streams continued.
Piece by piece, the myth unraveled.
Ooga had not been a savior.
He had simply been a less cruel monster than the ones before him.
People called him a hero because he killed worse rulers.
But the recordings were clear.
Ooga bullied entire systems into obedience.
Demanded tribute.
Treated worship like payment.
And the people around him called it divinity.
Velkorr watched the data scroll across the chamber wall.
The Harrow finished compiling the archive.
Target status: Confirmed neutralized.
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The artifact rested inside a containment tray nearby.
Small.
Unassuming.
Carved from a dull gray material that did not match any known planetary stone.
The statue resembled a kneeling figure with its head bowed.
According to recovered records, it had been “gifted” to Ooga centuries ago.
A symbol of his supposed kindness.
The Harrow’s analysis continued.
Origin: Unknown
Recorded appearances: Multiple star systems over one thousand years
Confirmed properties: Psychological influence tied to ritualized prayer
Velkorr studied it.
One detail remained unexplained.
During the battle, one of Ooga’s soldiers had begun praying to the artifact the moment it became exposed.
The act had not been desperate.
It had been compulsive.
Like the artifact needed someone to pray to it.
Or forced them to.
Possession was not ruled out.
Perhaps Ooga had never truly been alone in his decisions.
Velkorr stepped closer.
The statue sat quietly under the chamber lights.
His gaze narrowed.
A long moment passed.
Then he stepped forward and lifted the artifact.
The moment it left the tray, a containment barrier activated around it.
A small spherical field designed to suppress mental influence.
Velkorr walked out of the healing chamber carrying the barrier.
He placed the artifact inside a reinforced containment vault.
The door sealed.
The Harrow resumed analysis.
Capabilities remained partially understood.
Confirmed lethality: Unknown.
Estimated victims across recorded history: uncountable.
Aggressive usage: Unconfirmed.
For now, the artifact remained locked away.
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The next several hours were quiet.
Velkorr moved through the Harrow’s interior while autonomous machines repaired battle damage.
Hull plates were replaced.
Ammunition bays were restocked.
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Weapon systems recalibrated.
Every system underwent verification.
Velkorr inspected each section personally.
A warship survived only through precision.
Faults killed hunters faster than enemies did.
He adjusted a missile rack.
Re-aligned a targeting array.
Checked the integrity of a gravitic trap module.
Every component had to function exactly as intended.
Only once the Harrow was fully restored did Velkorr return to the command chamber.
The hunt had to continue.
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Velkorr did not simply wander through space looking for fights.
The Harrow possessed many methods of locating worthy opponents.
Energy signature tracking scanned distant realities for abnormal power fluctuations.
FTL beacon probes jumped between universes, recording fragments of data before returning with scouting reports.
Wide-range message signals broadcast across dimensional space, sometimes provoking responses from powerful entities.
Long-range anomaly trackers mapped violent disturbances in reality itself.
But the most powerful system aboard the Harrow was something Velkorr had acquired long ago.
The Ultra Scanner.
Recovered from a fallen installation in Universe 7.886TR, once operated by an organization known as the Multiverse Patrol.
The scanner searched nearby realities for wild anomalies—entities whose presence distorted existence simply by existing.
These anomalies were often unstoppable forces of destruction.
But sometimes, hidden within those same universes, lived warriors strong enough to challenge Velkorr.
The scanner pulsed.
Signals spread across dimensional space.
Scanning.
Listening.
Measuring power signatures.
Assessing hostility.
Recording the nature of each universe it encountered.
Most scans returned nothing useful.
Many returned civilizations too weak to matter.
Some returned threats that would collapse before Velkorr even reached them.
Hunting across realities was often a slow process.
Information was always incomplete.
A single fragment of data was usually all Velkorr received before entering a universe.
The rest had to be discovered through the hunt.
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The Ultra Scanner flickered.
Sensors surged.
Reality itself rippled.
Across the void between universes, a streak of lightning tore through dimensional space.
A massive figure blasted forward at impossible speed.
Electricity poured behind him like a river of living thunder.
His voice echoed through the multiversal dark.
A distant roar of pure exhilaration.
“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
The being tore across reality like a comet of lightning.
Joy.
Power.
Movement without restraint.
He had no idea someone had just detected him.
Velkorr watched the scanner quietly.
The Harrow began adjusting course.
The hunt had begun again.
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Velkorr — The Harrow (Part II)
Velkorr moved immediately.
The Harrow slipped into motion, engines igniting with a quiet surge of power. Cloaking systems activated across the ship’s armored hull, bending surrounding space and scattering its signature into background noise.
To anything watching, the vessel simply vanished.
Velkorr issued a series of commands through the Harrow’s internal systems.
Recovery drones launched from the ship’s underside, spreading outward into the dimensional wake left behind by the lightning anomaly. The trail of energy still lingered between realities—violent arcs of power bleeding off from the being’s impossible speed.
If any of it could be captured before dissipating, the Harrow would study it.
Plasma?
Unknown energy class?
Something else entirely.
Velkorr intended to find out.
The Harrow accelerated.
Ahead of them, the lightning being was already tearing through another universal boundary, ripping a glowing fracture into reality as he prepared to enter.
Then he stopped.
Mid-flight.
The arcs of electricity around his body flickered.
Slowly, he turned his head.
He could feel something.
A presence.
Even through the Harrow’s cloak.
The lightning being squinted into the void.
“…You serious right now?”
Electricity began gathering around his hands.
“I seriously hope you are not coming towards me.”
His voice echoed across the dimensional void.
“I fucking swear.”
The first destructo orb appeared in his palm.
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A comet-sized sphere of crackling lightning.
He hurled it.
The projectile tore through space toward the cloaked Harrow.
Then another.
Then another.
Massive electric comets ripping through the void, detonating arcs of energy everywhere they passed.
Velkorr maneuvered the Harrow through the chaos.
The ship twisted between the projectiles with violent precision, engines firing in short bursts as the massive electric bodies streaked past.
The lightning being grinned.
“Oh you ARE coming.”
Electricity surged around his entire body.
He raised both hands.
The final destructo orb began forming.
This one dwarfed the others.
It expanded.
Larger.
Larger.
Until it was nearly ten times the size of a moon.
The lightning being laughed.
“Alright then.”
He threw it.
The Harrow flew straight toward it.
Velkorr didn’t evade.
Heavy shield arrays ignited across the ship’s hull.
The vessel punched directly into the electric mass.
For a moment, the universe turned white.
Lightning devoured the Harrow.
Energy ripped across every system.
Then the ship burst through the other side.
The shields held.
But barely.
The Harrow’s systems collapsed under the energy surge.
Power grids failed.
Engines died.
Lights across the vessel flickered and went dark.
The Harrow drifted lifeless through space.
Inside the command deck, Velkorr was already moving.
He sprinted through the dark corridors of the ship, manually forcing systems back online. Emergency conduits sparked violently as he bypassed damaged circuits.
Electrical feedback surged through the ship.
Powerful shocks blasted through Velkorr’s body each time he forced another system awake.
His muscles locked.
Then released.
He kept moving.
Outside the ship—
The lightning being floated in silence.
Watching.
Then he started laughing.
“Oh this is gonna be fun.”
He shot forward.
The void screamed as he accelerated.
He slammed directly into the Harrow.
The impact exploded outward in massive shockwaves.
Space itself seemed to buckle.
But the collision did not go well for him.
The Harrow’s armored hull did not give.
His hand shattered.
Bone exploded up to his elbow.
“AHHHHHH!”
The lightning being stared at his ruined arm.
Then grinned.
“LET’S GO FOR A FUCKING RIDE, BITCH BOY!”
He grabbed the ship.
And pulled.
The lightning being dragged the Harrow toward a universal boundary.
The collision sounded like an entire skyscraper made of glass shattering.
Reality cracked.
Then broke open.
He forced the ship through.
The Harrow smashed violently into the new universe, pieces of its outer plating scraping away into oblivion as dimensional friction tore at the hull.
But the ship held together.
The lightning being kept pushing.
Ahead of them—
A planet.
Dark.
Barren.
Dead.
Perfect.
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Inside the Harrow—
Velkorr emerged from a hidden compartment.
The lightning being didn’t see him until it was too late.
Velkorr grabbed the creature’s broken hand.
And squeezed.
Hard.
The lightning being screamed.
Instinctively he condensed a sphere of electricity into a solid mass—something like stone—and swung it directly into Velkorr’s face.
The blow launched Velkorr across the interior of the ship.
Metal crumpled as he tore through several compartments.
Outside—
The lightning being planted both feet against the Harrow’s hull.
And kicked.
The ship launched toward the planet.
Hundreds of thousands of miles per hour.
Then faster.
The lightning being floated in space, watching the ship scream toward the surface.
Before it disappeared into atmosphere, he sent a message.
Not through sound.
Through thought.
Directly into Velkorr’s mind.
“Say hi to Grizzz for me.”
“He’ll have fun with you.”
Then he hurled one final electric sphere.
It struck the Harrow from behind.
The ship accelerated even faster.
Inside the vessel—
Velkorr struggled to regain control.
Systems were still down.
Thrusters dead.
Navigation gone.
He was out of time.
Impact approaching.
Velkorr moved.
He burst into a full sprint through the collapsing corridors of the ship.
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Straight toward the side facing the planet.
He punched through the hull.
Then launched himself outward.
Velkorr became a bullet.
He tore through the planet’s atmosphere like a meteor.
Flames engulfed his body.
He didn’t slow.
He hit the ground like a weapon.
The impact carved a massive crater into the barren surface.
Velkorr stood immediately.
The Harrow was coming.
He had seconds.
The ship screamed through the sky above him.
Velkorr braced.
Then—
Impact.
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The Harrow smashed into him.
Velkorr absorbed the first catastrophic collision.
The force slowed.
But slowing a ship like the Harrow did not mean stopping it.
The vessel drilled him into the planet’s crust.
Rock exploded around them.
The ground collapsed.
Velkorr held.
For a moment.
Then the ship forced deeper.
Deeper.
Into magma.
The planet’s molten core swallowed them both.
Finally—
The Harrow stopped.
Silence returned.
Molten rock bubbled around the half-submerged warship.
Velkorr climbed slowly from the magma pit.
His armor smoked.
Lava dripped from his body.
He pulled himself onto the surface of the Harrow’s hull.
Above him—
A massive tunnel stretched upward toward the surface.
The path their fall had carved.
Velkorr looked up through it.
Then punched the ship’s hull in a sudden burst of rage.
Metal dented under his fist.
Now he understood.
This hunt was not random.
This was personal.
