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Chapter 124 – The Goodbye Before the Void
🕑 Added 2025-06-26 04:16:04 +0000 UTCChapter 124 – The Goodbye Before the Void
on Terra…
The night sky above Terra shimmered, not with stars, but with orbital lights, stations, satellites, and far-off shipping vessels drifting silently beyond the atmosphere. In the equatorial voidport near the industrial launch arc, the Starforge stood like a blade waiting to be unsheathed.
Its hull was sleek and layered in interlocking plates, built from the strongest alloys Tony Stark had access to. The ship was designed for longevity, endurance, and adaptability, built not for war, but to survive what lay beyond known space. Still, within its hull, deep in secured containment bays, Tony had installed every Mark suit he had ever made. Mark I to Mark 57. Dozens of armored frames, each loaded into their own automated launch racks, ready to be deployed if needed.
They weren’t there to intimidate. They were there because Tony never went anywhere unprepared.
Just his own team of engineers, people who had worked with him since the beginning. Men and women who knew the codebase of every armor line, who had forged frame after frame beside him in the Stark workshops of Terra.
They stood with him now, running last-minute checks, tightening hull seals, verifying reactor balances. No prayers. No incense. Just work, done by human hands.
Tony nodded at Milo, his lead systems engineer. “Get the final diagnostics locked down. We’re done in ten.”
“Yes, boss,” Milo said, wiping grease from his gloves.
Tony stepped back, letting the soft hum of the ship surround him. The Starforge was alive now. And it was ready.
Later, in the Stark estate nestled in Arcology South, the dinner table was full. Not with ceremony, but with warmth.
Maria Stark had insisted on cooking the meal herself, seasoned meat, roasted vegetables, and vintage red wine. Howard was already a glass deep, leaning back in his chair as he teased Tony about how long he’d last in deep space without a decent steak.
“You know there’s no five-star restaurants past Jupiter,” he smirked.
Tony smiled. “That’s what ration bars are for.”
Maria reached out and straightened his collar. “Don’t get into trouble. Or if you do, make it clever.”
They laughed together. But there was a quiet tension under it all. They knew what this meant.
After dinner, Tony stood.
“I’m going,” he said, more quietly than he expected. “Tonight.”
His mother gave him a long hug, longer than usual. Howard only said, “Then make the stars remember you, son.”
The last visit was across the Arcology spine, near the family sectors.
Tony knocked once. The door opened, and Edwin Jarvis stood there, older now, leaning slightly on a walking stick. But his eyes still held that same unshakable wit.
“Off to cheat death again, Master Stark?”
Tony smirked. “At least this time it’s intentional.”
Inside, Ana Jarvis had laid out tea. Their adult children, grown in a peaceful Terra, watched with curiosity. Tony shared the plan, showed them a projection of the ship, laughed about old armor tests, and then, finally, he stood to leave.
Jarvis walked him to the door.
“I saw you build your first arc reactor with nothing but scraps and ego,” he said. “You’ve come a long way.”
Tony handed him a small pendant-sized device. “It’s not much. But it has full telemetry and comm logs. If I don’t make it, you’ll have the story.”
Jarvis gave a short nod. “Go write it then.”
By dawn, the voidport was silent. The Starforge was prepped and sealed.
The sun crested the launch deck as Tony approached the ramp in the Pathfinder Frame, his newest armor, built not for war, but exploration. Compact. Efficient. Powered by a fusion cell and layered shielding, with every system streamlined for survival on alien worlds.
He paused, looking one last time at Terra’s skyline.
Then a sudden hiss, doors opened across the platform.
Roboute Guilliman, clad in deep cobalt robes rather than armor, entered the bay. His presence was enough to cause the Stark crew to step back instinctively.
“Stark,” he greeted plainly. “You’re really doing this.”
Tony raised an eyebrow, And Saluted in Imperium Style. “Was expecting someone in golden armor and trumpets...”
Guilliman actually smiled. “We don’t give trumpets to madmen flying into the void.”
Tony gestured to the Starforge. “You came to stop me?”
“No,” Guilliman said. “I came to encourage you.”
He reached into his belt pouch and handed Tony a stamped sigil, simple, metallic, official.
“It won’t give you power. But it will give you access. To comms, records, neutral landing zones. A name, at least. Not a rogue. Not a wanderer. Just a citizen of Terra with permission to walk beyond her skies.”
Tony studied it.
“My father… Howard. He ever talk to yours?”
Guilliman hesitated. Then nodded. “Once. Before everything changed. I believe they understood each other more than most.”
Tony’s expression didn’t shift, but something flickered in his eyes.
Guilliman continued, “You're not the kind of man we send to conquer. But perhaps the kind we need to discover.”
As he turned to leave, he added, “Just remember, don’t die before you send a message back.”
Inside the Starforge, Tony settled into the command chair. Lights blinked green. Flight path confirmed. Systems stable. All armor suits secure. AI assistance online. Even the ship hummed, like it knew this was more than a journey.
It was a statement.
He reached for the throttle.
High above Terra, in the Emperor’s observatory aboard the Bucephalus, a data slate flickered into view, routine citizen manifest, outbound registry.
Anthony Stark. Civilian. Engineer. Destination: Deep Void. Classification: Independent Voyage.
The Emperor of Mankind read it. And for a long, silent moment, said nothing.
Then, as he returned to reviewing the Multiversal Gate reconstruction logs, he thought:
“Is this the start… of a Rogue Trader?”
The Starforge lifted from Terra’s launch deck.
The afterburn from its engines shimmered gold and blue, streaking past the orbital arcologies and pushing beyond atmosphere.
In seconds, it was gone.
One man. A ship. And the endless sea of stars waiting to be touched.
Comments
Evan Cloud
123 appears to be missing. Just like the chapter between the move to stark tower and building a base.
