The lights in the facility’s only security station was a deep, dark red. It was also accompanied by a soft klaxon - the kind that was more suited to luxury liners than military vessels.
Worse than that, whatever attacking fleet outside had finished their assault. Or at the very least, paused it.
In the middle of the room was Theryss himself. He slipped himself into one of the lightly armored security suits and tightened the armor plating to better fit his body.
And once he was done, he picked up one of the security pistols in one of the weapon racks and holstered it. Then he grabbed one of the larger rifles, then posted up in the middle of the security room itself.
All around him were the station’s security personnel, some of whom were seated at t
Avathii VII, Avathii System, Imperial Domain of the Boundless DrogarThe Imperial port beacon above Avathii VII was in utter ruin. Its armor plating had been wrenched open and torn apart, seemingly by heavy weapons fire. More critically, its internal systems had also been ripped out and shredded violently, which left the entire beacon a smoldering husk.All around the wrecked beacon were dozens of Imperial fighters and mecha, all of whom had been equally ruined. They slowly spun in place as their liquid circuits bled out from their shattered carcasses.But that was hardly the end of the destruction that hung over Avathii 7. There was a trail of crippled Imperial ships in which a handful of heavily damaged frigates and destroyers floated alongside the numerous fighters and mecha.Their hulls h
While Amarok ripped through half of the security team, Freya leapt forward and directly assaulted the other half.She drew her Ra’ventrii blade and cut through the closest heavily armored security agent in a single swipe. Freya then spun to the left and cut down another agent with equally ease. With a heavily practiced step, she entered her Cyclone Stance and cut down a third, then a fourth, then a fifth.Each time she spun and stepped and moved, she bit deep into each of her targets. Sometimes she cut off an arm, or a leg. Sometimes, she sliced open their chests with a single swipe. And regardless of her opening move, she finished each of them off by slicing their necks and lopping off their heads.Near her, Amarok took apart her half of the security team with equal ease. Though instead of practic
Godeater’s dark presence filled the cracks and hollows and shadows within the ship itself, and at the same time slipped into the depths of Freya’s body. To her, it felt all at once ubiquitous and subliminal, as though it was next to her, but also all around her.It hung in the back of her mind like an ominous shadow, and caused the hairs on the back of her neck to stand out straight.For someone who was absolutely sure of every particle in her body, having something unknowable that close to her was deeply unsettling and unnerving. And that was putting it lightly. It was akin to peering down an endless hole where some ancient eldritch horror slept.And then falling into it.As it crept all throughout her, thin black lines like a circuit board appeared on
Admiral Anali de Jardin gawked at the tacmap in front of her with absolute awe. Freya’s captured devastator had caused so much damage that there was literally nothing left of the enemy. The other admirals in the tactical bridge were equally as awed.High Admiral Halbrecht gasped loudly at everything he had seen thus far. He watched as the devastator’s weapon signals rose far beyond anything he had ever seen in his career. And he watched as it single-handedly wiped out a fleet. Or at least, what remained of it.It suddenly dawned on him that warfare had changed significantly just now. He wasn’t sure how, exactly. Only that it did. And that perhaps the galaxy would never be the same again.A slight tremor shook through him as Freya joined the tactical bridge. Her holoprojection shimmered even as she
Taloren Prime, Throne System, Imperial Domain of the Boundless DrogarThe beautiful red spiral towers at the center of the floating Imperial city stood majestically under the sunlight. Despite the numerous armed defenses floating all around them, and the thousands of armed red-robed protestors at the bottom, things looked absolutely serene.Little did anyone else know, but deep inside its Parliamentary Grand Hall, its multitude of senators were in rabid, incredibly heated debates with each other. The passions were so high that some were practically screaming at others across the hall itself.Dozens of eyecast drones were scattered all over the place, unsure of which senator to focus their attention on. There was simply too much talking and yelling and cursing and shouting happening all at once.
Grevatia Relay Complex ASY-9, Avetha System, Great House GrevatiaThe ninth Grevatia Relay Complex in the Avetha system was a sprawling base out in the middle of open space. The base itself was comprised of numerous docking stations, warehouses, and operational centers, all of which served the cargo cruisers and haulers that were passing through.In essence, it was one of the many official waystations that House Grevatia employed as part of their supply network across the house, or to the greater Hegemony. For the most part, haulers often dropped off all or part of their cargo, which was then picked up and hauled elsewhere by some other ship.Some of the goods that passed through AS-9 were fairly standard - food, medicine, nanites, vices, and other necessities or sundries. These were the most basic things that all of Grevatia requi
Orsethii stood on the bridge of the lead Imperial cruiser and reviewed the holoreports around her with abject approval. Her numbers looked very good, despite the casualties her fleet had suffered.More than that, the tactical intelligence reported high chances of winning, which climbed higher with every moment that passed.It was clear that Orsethii’s strike fleet was the superior one, despite having a seemingly lesser fleet. After all, she didn’t have a battleship on her side.Most of what she had were summaries or predictions, which she found lacking. She then glanced around in search of more complete sets of data, but couldn’t find what she was looking for.“I need the raw casualty reports,” she commanded. “I
Armored assault Discordians charged through the heavily defended passageway into engineering. Though they were under constant fire, they pressed on through regardless.They swung their halberds at the numerous turrets that had popped out of the walls and ceilings, and sliced them apart.The remainder of the turrets’ mangled frames sparked and sizzled uselessly, even as the Discordians ran past. They went further down the passageway still under fire, and charged at the heavily armed security personnel stationed at the other end.Their opponents’ bullets dug into the Discordians’ thick armor and struck them underneath. Despite the damage their bodies took, they powered through and cut their opponents down in a flash. The walls and floors were painted with Federation blood as their bodies fell t