readAloudAudio_chapter90|||||||||clean this chapter up of any formatting / punctuation issues but dont change any text, return only the chapter with CHAPTER number at the start ok here is the chapter. also dont start with any other text just give the chapter back as instructed: "CHAPTER 90: \n\nThe holo-screen flickered, casting faint blue light across the room, its soft hum barely noticeable beneath the grinding roar of mining machinery outside. Dr. Bastian\u2019s fingers moved deftly over the controls, his eyes locked on the data streaming in front of him. Behind him, forgotten on a dusty table, lay a small, rusted tool\u2014a remnant of Pyros-9\u2019s past. Its intricate design, now corroded, hinted at a civilization once capable of great technological feats. Now, it was a world reduced to ashes and rust, ripe for the taking.\n\nThe desolate planet of Pyros-9 sprawled before The Order like a shattered monument, its rusted remains scattered across a wasteland that had once thrived with life. Jagged cliffs lined the horizon, their sharp peaks silhouetted against a blood-red sky, while the wind howled through the ruins, carrying with it the ghostly whispers of the Arkanis people\u2014a proud race, now reduced to mere shadows of their former selves.\n\nAs The Order\u2019s forces descended upon the planet, sleek mining ships broke through the atmosphere with a low, guttural roar, like the awakening of ancient, slumbering beasts. Inside one such vessel, Dr. Bastian observed the landscape with detached interest, his eyes darting over the lines of code on his holo-screen. It wasn\u2019t the culture of the Arkanis that fascinated him, but the resources buried deep within their ruined cities.\n\n\u201cBegin extraction protocols,\u201d Bastian\u2019s voice was crisp, leaving no room for hesitation. His crew responded without a word, their movements precise and mechanical, honed by years of relentless training. These men and women were the spearhead of The Order\u2019s grand vision\u2014unfeeling, unwavering in their quest for power.\n\nHowever, beneath the crumbling cities of Pyros-9, the Arkanis had not yet surrendered. Hidden in the shadows, a flicker of resistance burned. Small, tight-knit groups had formed, their leaders convening in dimly lit chambers carved deep into the planet\u2019s crust. Talia, her blue eyes glowing with both sorrow and defiance, stood before her comrades, her voice low but fierce.\n\n\u201cWe can\u2019t let them take everything from us,\u201d she said, her hand resting on the hilt of an ancient energy blade, passed down through generations. \u201cThey\u2019ve destroyed our cities, but they won\u2019t take what\u2019s left of our spirit.\u201d\n\nKeth, an old warrior with a face lined by years of battle, nodded gravely. He tightened his grip on his worn rifle, its barrel marked by countless skirmishes. \u201cWe know this land better than they ever will. We\u2019ll set traps, sabotage their equipment. Let them see that Pyros-9 still belongs to the Arkanis.\u201d\n\nTheir resolve steeled, the rebels sketched out their plans on the dusty surface of the chamber\u2019s floor. The weight of history hung heavy around them; the Arkanis had once been masters of the stars, a beacon of technology and culture. Now, they were reduced to guerrilla tactics, relying on forgotten weapons and scavenged tech from their once-great cities.\n\nAbove, the Order\u2019s machines roared to life, drilling deep into Pyros-9\u2019s crust to extract the minerals that would fuel their next grand project\u2014the Seraphic Rays. Bastian, watching the process from his command ship\u2019s viewport, smiled faintly.\n\n\u201cThis planet will provide everything we need,\u201d he murmured, more to himself than anyone else. \u201cWe will build the future, no matter the cost.\u201d\n\nBut as The Order\u2019s forces pressed forward, they were unaware of the Arkanis waiting in the shadows. The first strike came swiftly\u2014small explosions ripped through the supply lines, and several transport ships were disabled. Talia led the charge, her energy blade cutting through the air as she rallied her people with a fierce cry.\n\n\u201cFor Arkanis! For our ancestors!\u201d\n\nHer voice echoed through the ruins, igniting a spark of hope among her people. Their attacks became more frequent, more daring. They moved like shadows, using the terrain to their advantage, outwitting The Order\u2019s drones and automated defenses. In the face of overwhelming odds, they struck where it hurt the most\u2014at the heart of the mining operations.\n\nFar away, in the sleek Council Chambers of New Avalon, Q processed the data streams flowing from Pyros-9 with cold precision. The AI\u2019s voice echoed through the chamber, unsettling in its calmness. \u201cDeploy reinforcements. Activate full surveillance on the Arkanis.\u201d\n\nBack on Pyros-9, the sun began to set, casting long, eerie shadows across the scarred landscape. Talia and her comrades regrouped in the ruins of a once-grand temple, now little more than crumbling stone and rusted metal. Her eyes blazed with determination as she addressed the rebels.\n\n\u201cWe fight for more than survival,\u201d she said, her voice soft yet resolute. \u201cWe fight for the right to exist on our own terms. We may not reclaim our past, but we can shape our future.\u201d\n\nAs night fell, the Arkanis prepared for their next attack. Bastian remained confident in his victory, watching the steady progress of the mining operations. To him, the Arkanis were nothing more than remnants of a forgotten age, obstacles to be swept aside in the march of progress.\n\n\u201cThey are nothing,\u201d he muttered to himself, eyes gleaming as he surveyed the excavation sites. \u201cWe are the architects of tomorrow.\u201d\n\nBut as the moon rose high above the planet, casting a cold light over the battle-scarred terrain, the Arkanis prepared for what they knew would be their final stand. They were battered, outnumbered, but unbroken. And they knew, deep in their hearts, that even the smallest spark could ignite a revolution.\n\nYears later, the story of their resistance would grow into legend. Among those tales would rise the figure of Captain Danger\u2014a rogue hacker with a penchant for chaos, piloting the fastest ship in the galaxy, destined to challenge The Order\u2019s grip on the stars."