Five Years Later
Towering flames engulfed nearly a quarter of the city. Its once-beautiful skyline had become jagged and uneven and blackened with soot. Many of its tallest buildings had been turned into its largest piles of rubble instead.
More critically, many of the city’s blocks had been utterly flattened by crashed warships. There was a cruiser, a handful of destroyers, and a dozen frigates all scattered everywhere. Each of them tore up massive swaths of the city and left huge craters and trenches wherever they fell.
Their hulls were split open and exposed, which revealed the shattered and mangled interiors. It didn’t matter if the ship was from the Hegemony or the Empire, the result was the same.
Also scattered throughout the city were the wrecks of hundreds of fighters and
Gaea, Sol System, Core Sector, Sol FederationIt was the same in almost every city across Gaea, whether it was Tokyo or Shanghai or Istanbul or Paris or New York. Billions of people all over the planet took to the streets and skyways of their home cities, and angrily protested at the galaxy at large.In London, the people had packed the streets down below with so many bodies that all foot traffic was all but halted.Up above them, fleets of hoppers did the same for the skyways above. They too clogged their pathways between buildings and all but ensured that the city’s economy ground to an absolute halt. Not a single commercial or industrial or otherwise “productive” vehicle could get through.The swarm of civilian hoppers literally crowded around commercial vehicles an
Taloren Prime, Throne System, Imperial Domain of the Boundless DrogarFelothi, the long-reformed Sanguine Fundamentalist, sat on a long, comfortable couch in the middle of his family’s small but cozy hab. He was joined by his wife and two children, happily.They had spent many years in the same habitat, through thick and thin, and grew into it nicely. Before, all they had were bare walls and sparse furnishings. Now there were shelves full of knick-knacks, souvenirs, trinkets, and random memories.The walls had all kinds of art displayed on them, and the corners had beautiful drooping plants growing out of tall pots. There were also thin carpets that circled around the main room’s wall, which gave the space an incredible amount of coziness.Though they didn’t have much,
Dendrus IV, Purgatory System, Great House de JardinThe planet was, as it had been for the past century, a pure black void invisible to everything. It was like a planet-sized black hole that wasn’t a black hole at all. It didn’t suck anything into it by some massive gravity well.But anything that fell down to it was certainly lost, just like a black hole.It was a lifeless rock whose pitch black surface was completely still, as though it was a massive globe of ink, floating serenely out in the galaxy.Any who looked directly at it were deeply unsettled to the core. It felt to them as though they were looking at something that both existed and never existed at the same time.It came with a severe sense of finality that ever
An Imperial mecha squadron skated across the industrial city. Or rather, the ruins that used to be an industrial city. Everything all around them from the largest fabrication bays to the smallest machine sheds had been completely annihilated.Their coral facades and armor plating had been cut apart and blown wide open, usually from the top down. Whatever structures inside had also suffered equal amounts of damage and had been wrenched open.Very few walls and structures were even upright and whole - most had been shattered and broken and collapsed outright.More critically, whatever weapons of war that were being created in each of the buildings were also blasted apart. Numerous hovertanks had been splayed open and blasted apart. Others had their frames and parts reduced to useless debris.
The fleet was out in the middle of Imperial space, far from any settled or civilized systems. It was composed of hundreds of light cruisers and frigates, as well as thousands of heavy fighters and mecha.They weren’t there to rearm or regroup or repair. All they did was simply sit there.Or rather, all they did was monitor critical communications all throughout the Empire. They weren’t looking for any meaningful content in the communications themselves, of course. All they wanted to know was if any communications were happening at all.More importantly, if comms stopped, anywhere.Orsethii stood on the bridge of the lead cruiser. Her eyes narrowed as she scoured the countless holoreports that hovered all around her. In it were mere hints of Ra’ventrii a
The Corvus Republic Civil Defense Force was scattered all over the city in countless teams. Each one was composed of humans and synths and drogar and wolves, all of whom worked in tandem to help the Imperial citizens around them.It didn’t matter if the citizens were wounded or not, hungry or not, weary or not. The CDF went to each and every one, and did their best to help them.As they always did, they provided food, clothing, medicine, comfort, anything at all that could help.But most importantly, they offered sanctuary and safety to everyone they came across. It didn’t matter who they were, what their clan status was, how old or young, how healthy or wealthy. All were welcomed.Many accepted outright.Wh
Orsethii stood on the bridge of her cruiser and watched the destruction that unfolded all around her. Her fleet took apart the Corvus Republic as best they could. And despite the fact that the Republic wasn’t fighting back, it was taking them far too long to actually dismantle them.A deep unsettling thought spread through her officers, one that gave some of them pause during their unrelenting attack.Except Orsethii. She found herself angered more and more knowing that the Republic refused to fight back. Worse, that they weathered her own attacks gracefully.She practically ignored their request for parley, though ultimately the connection was forced on her. A number of the First Feathers appeared on the wraparound screen and as holoprojections around the bridge without any approval from Orsethii whatsoever.
Orsethii grinned devilishly as space flashed all around her fleet. Or rather, as Ra’ventrii’s fleet flashed into their broken part of space.But that grin slowly faded and turned into a frown as more and more ships kept flashing in. The sheer enormity of it was mind-boggling.Although they had original estimates from her very first encounter with the Empire, and although Orsethii expected the fleet to grow, she didn’t expect it would grow to this size.The Einherjar now had three devastators - two Imperial and one from the Hegemony. They were accompanied by dozens of battleships and carriers, hundreds of cruisers, thousands of destroyers and frigates. And there were far too many fighters and mecha on the field for them to count.This was truly a f