Welcome to the world of The Last Bastion, where courage and sacrifice determine humanity's fate!
Meet our heroes and the challenges they face in the 23rd century.
Chapter 1 of 6
THE LAST BASTION:
A JUSTYOUVERSE CHRONICLE
An Interactive Tale of Humanity's Final Stand
Kael "Vanguard" Chen
A young, gifted but reckless Guardian pilot, haunted by the loss of his family to the Xylos invasion.
The Xylos
An enigmatic alien race with advanced technology, seeking to conquer Earth for unknown purposes.
Commander Anya
A veteran Guardian who serves as Kael's mentor, teaching him discipline and the true nature of war.
The tranquility of Neo-Kyoto was shattered by the piercing shriek of alien engines. Xylos scout forces descended from the cerulean sky, their sleek, dark crafts carving destructive paths through the city's upper echelons.
Kael, stationed at the city's perimeter defense, felt the familiar surge of adrenaline. Orders were clear: hold the line, await coordinated assault. But the sight of Xylos fighters strafing civilian sectors ignited his burning impulsiveness.
What should Kael do?
Kael gritted his teeth and held his position, watching as the Xylos fighters continued their assault. Minutes felt like hours until Commander Anya's voice crackled through the comm.
"All units, execute Formation Delta. Kael, you're with me on the right flank."
The coordinated assault was a thing of beauty. Guardian mechs moved in perfect synchronization, their combined firepower overwhelming the scattered Xylos scouts. The enemy was repelled with minimal casualties.
As they returned to base, Anya's voice was warm with approval. "Good discipline, Kael. That's how we save lives."
"To hell with orders!" Kael muttered, his hand slamming down on the activation sequence. His war battle mecha, the 'Vanguard,' roared to life, launching into the fray.
He was a whirlwind of motion, the Vanguard dancing through Xylos formations. His beam rifle spat incandescent death, but for every fighter he dispatched, two more seemed to materialize.
The skirmish ended with the enemy repelled, but Kael returned to face Commander Anya's stern gaze. "Your impulsiveness saved lives, but it also jeopardized the entire defensive line. We operate as a unit, not a collection of rogue heroes."
The aftermath of the Neo-Kyoto skirmish ushered in intensive training. Commander Anya pushed Kael beyond his limits in the simulation chambers, teaching him the intricate dance of synchronized combat.
During quiet moments, fragments of Kael's past surfaced - the blinding flash of Xylos weapons, his family's final transmission, his father's voice telling him to survive.
One evening, Anya found him staring at the simulated stars. "The Xylos are not just an enemy, Kael. They are a force we barely understand. To truly defeat them, we need more than firepower. We need understanding."
The main Xylos fleet arrived like a dark tide across the stars. Hundreds of alien vessels blotted out the sun, their intent clear and terrible.
Kael stood in his cockpit, looking out at the assembled Guardian forces. This was it - humanity's final stand. Everything they had trained for, everything they had sacrificed, led to this moment.
As the battle commenced, Kael found himself not fighting alone, but as part of something greater. His past demons still haunted him, but now they drove him forward rather than holding him back.
In the end, it wasn't superior firepower that turned the tide, but understanding - a discovery that the Xylos weren't conquerors, but refugees, fleeing something even more terrible. The war ended not with destruction, but with an alliance that would reshape both species' futures.