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  • 2200-2210


    The Americ's Mystery

    Kyrillos X, the Decadent (*3rd March, 2158) might have mostly been known for his excesses. But like his Marshal, he was popular amongst the people. General consensus was that instead of oppressing anyone, he'd rather throw an extravagant orgy. A hungover Kyrillos was often spotted at the gates of the St. Helena Monastery in the Caucasus, asking for Sister Sergia... jokes abound that the Empire was actually ruled by a nun. It would be more surprising if it wasn't what the regular succession had envisioned.


    In any case, Takumi Fujita, the man entrusted with the Liuvigoto's expedition to Alpha Centauri, began his survey of the planets in the system with no problem at all. The latest innovations made the Liuvigoto the Noble a vessel able to withstand the dangers of space – be it radiation or hyperlanetravel – with ease, and the Philippos Makrelogos, named after the captain of the expedition which made the first world circumnavigation (in 1584) was soon built with the same blueprints.

    While it didn't take long for the public to lose interest in Fujita's daily reports (to the joy of many, always headed by a haiku), it was vigorously renewed the 1st November 2200:


    Finding a debris field

    who knows what we shall find here

    was it the Americ's end?



    The debris surrounded Alpha Centauri B. Aliens? Or the remains of the Americ? Was it perhaps somewhere within that field, damaged, but not destroyed – with the crew still alive?

    Speculation ran wild as Fujita's team scanned the vast field of debris. The 9th September 2201, he finally made his report. No, it wasn't the Americ. What he discovered was the first clearly alien artefact – an atomic clock of uncertain age. According to the crew, in 42 years and 3 days... something would happen.

    That was dangerously close. In the vastness of space, in the neighbouring system of Sol, there was a clock that counted down to a date that was, in galactic terms, an instant away. Whoever left it there... did they use the hyperlanes? How long ago did they deposit the clock – or was it thrown out in whatever created the debris field? That also enforces the question – did they visit Earth? In any case, it was something Kyrillos could approach in his usual way. It was clearly not a weapon. So just jot the date down somewhere. No need to do anything else.


    The second moment of hope in Fujita's expedition came the 20th November 2201, as the team surveyed the moon Alpha Centauri IIa. Something moved there. Did the Americ crash down on this molten planet?

    Jokers with dark humour quickly pointed out that perhaps it was Theudis XIV rather than regent Maria who deserved the epithet of “the Molten”. A video of Kyrillos' reaction to this joke – let's remember that it concerns his father – became widely memed as he erupted in endless laughter. As someone who was quick to share the latest joke about himself, the High Emperor's preference for self-deprecating and gallows humour earned him a few sympathy points. But again, hopes of finding the lost monarch's expedition were unfounded – it was a geothermal installation, likely left by the people who created the atomic clock, which caused the movement on the planet.

    The Americ's final destination would remain a mystery.





    Aliens


    On Audaric's suggestion, Kyrillos X had named Zopahua Yupanqui captain of the Philippos Makrelogos. People who were quick to condemn space exploration as merely an expansion of Gothic power in order to end up overwhelming the other peoples of Earth were to be proven entirely wrong, with an Incan scientist leading a ship named after a Byzantine explorer. And where Fujita merely found a clock, Yupanqui's discovery was of a far greater scale – the 9th September 2201, his team unearthed a sort of holographic library on Minelauva I.​

    Despite being over a million years old, the contents of the library were obviously built to last, preserved despite or rather thanks to the ceaseless lava flow around it. Something that couldn't be said about most of Earth's architecture, if any. What would still stand a million years from now? Either way, the “Irassian Concordat”, six-limbed mammalians, apparently ruled this part of the galaxy, before being wiped out by a plague. Did these beings leave the artefacts found in the Alpha Centauri system?


    Or were their creators still around?


    The Decadent declared that humanity should assume the worst. Not just that some kind of sentient, million-year-old killer virus could wipe them out; luckily, only the Makrelogos team had been in the library. If the creators of Alpha Centauri's objects were just a hyperlane away from Earth, who knows if they hadn't already made contact before. Perhaps they had even meddled in history – the early deaths of Leon the Absolute and Theudis the Stone in the late 18th /early 19th century, militaristic Gothic emperors who were poised to conquer the world, come to mind. Or those of of Jean the Sun Emperor of Francia and Kyrillos the Radiant in the 17th century, setting the stage for the Melting War. Huh. The Molten. That's where the circle of this discovery is closed.​

    Seeing humanity leave the solar system must be threatening for these aliens. Should any extraterrestrial life be met close to Earth, it would therefore be met with force.


    To put it in popular terms, Kyrillos made an Audaric a few hyperlanes from Earth to any alien.





    First Contact

    An Audaric that was swiftly crossed, as mere six years after reaching a different star system, the Liuvigoto's sensors found an obviously artificial vessel moving through space around Barnard's Star.


    While the Liuvigoto was protected by the vastness of space in the system, the Marshal assumed command of the fleet and set off with Sword, Lance, Spear, Axe and Bow to fend off the threat. The thing retreated swiftly. Was it just a scout?


    Audaric set off in pursuit, and found humanity's fears confirmed in the Sirius system – there was an alien base. The 21st April 2206, humanity's first space battle began. The base was armed and ready against the five corvettes, and the fire ceased only after the Axe and the Lance were destroyed. The Marshal's forces had prevailed, but whatever had defended the station, their remains couldn't be studied as the damage to the station spaced them, disappearing without a trace. Only the station itself might have offered some second-hand knowledge about its builders – but with all the air gone, there wasn't much knowledge to be gained, other than that the alien – if of a humanoid build – had to be around 3m tall to operate the commands.​


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    These builders were stronger than feared, likely with more experience in spaceflight. Fujita's daily message from the 19th May 2206, during the exploration of Barnard's Star, was cut off by the image of what might best be approximately called a unit of rock dragons blasting their way into the ship.


    The crew of the Liuvigoto was captured without the feed being cut – revealing the ensuing butchery as the unfortunate scientists were vivisected, fully aware.


    An attempt to do onto the boulder dragons what they had done onto Fujita and his crew ended in complete disaster as it coincided with their counterattack on the Sirius base, with the small unit wiped out by a fleet of at least 17 corvettes.​


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    Soon after, the lithoids – for they were apparently really a rock-based lifeform – sent a message through the wrecked Liuvigoto the Noble's comm system. They had managed to translate Gothic into their language and devised a technology to transfer their words – rather a hum of a wavelength inaudible to humans, which may be felt more than heard – into comprehensible, gleeful gloating.

    Apparently, they were some sort of robber merchant corporation, calling themselves the “Evarite Manufacturing”. Hostilities would cease – for now at least, until humanity was fully evaluated. The debt accrued by the destruction of the Sirius station was considered repaid with the Liuvigoto.


    The Empire's worst fears weren't entirely realized, but it wasn't far away. The Evarites clearly had spent more time spacefaring and held greater resources. The fleet seen moving to Sirius alone counted 17 ships against the Empire's remaining 3.​

    Still, there was hope. Audaric had managed to disable the Sirius station and gained valuable insight doing so, confirming that the rock dragons' advantage in weapons technology – if there was any – wasn't that great. With a confirmed alien threat and not just theoretical danger, the military would be assigned more resources.

    The Marshal planned to fortify Barnard's Star and build up the fleet. The assault on Sirius taught valuable lessons concerning space battle, and a station, with no need for a hyperdrive, could be equipped with heavier weapons. If the Evarites truly were some kind of robber corp, then they would try to move cost-efficiently and do the bare minimum they needed to win – and that was the Empire's greatest advantage.

    And there was no greater drive to innovate than an existential threat. While humanity may still not stand fully united behind the Empire, not being alone in the galaxy ignited the desire of coming out top – both as a means to protect oneself and of exerting influence over the aliens, whose treatment of Fujita and his crew made them easy to hate.



    It also had a clear effect on the Decadent. Suddenly, the High Emperor was no longer the unchallenged master of humanity's fate – either he had to take a guiding role, or the people and the military would soon clamour for Audaric, or at least Crown Prince Liuva, to take the throne. Kyrillos X chose the former. The unceasing stream of party guests and drugs into the Imperial Palace... ceased. His visits to his sister, now Mother Sergia, decreased as he began to truly rule himself.​

    The Decadent was sobering up, and now appeared perpetually annoyed as he addressed the world. He had many reasons to hat the aliens. The Liuvigoto and her crew. Their smug message. Perhaps historical revanchism. The clear threat they posed. But if not for his people, then at least he intended to make the Evarites pay for a headache which could be the stuff of legends. He made a comparison with the early Gothic history – faced with far superior raiding neighbours, it was Gothia which prevailed. Humanity shall do so again – only this time, without the backing of a crusade.


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    Chertans' Shadow


    The Empire's leadership suddenly found itself fully backed in its foreign policy – basically as soon as it returned into existence – by even the most disgruntled parts. The Evarites literally had hearts of stone, and the short reprieve earned as they established communications must be some kind of ritual mocking before moving in for the annihilation of the enemy. Who knows, perhaps the shareholders of the Manufacturers need the reprieve to capitalize on their stocks. To comprehend the aliens, at least that swiftly, was a lost cause. They already laid claim to the solar system.​

    When Yupanqui discovered a vault on Ferragon I, containing the scans of a lost alien species' brains, no chances would be taken. If the aliens bet on finding a kind soul who might give them a new body after their planet had been rendered inhospitable by meteorite impacts, then they had read too many fairy tales. The Makrelogos' crew was instructed to bring the databanks somewhere they could set them on fire.



    And so the Gothic history of genocide was carried to space. Against the already dead. With the full approval of all peoples of Earth.



    The data-aliens' discovery even awoke a new fear. They weren't more advanced than humanity, for then they could have sought a new home amongst the stars. Yet they had still managed to create something that might theoretically offer them a second chance at life.​

    Then what about Roderic Chertans, Earth's most reviled man? The one who many believed was already some kind of AI at the end of his transmissions? Surely with Miracle's resources, if there was someone whose brain functions have been scanned enough for some kind of resurrection... it would be him. Miracle's headquarters were never officially found, either.

    What a depressing thought it was that if humanity would disappear, then its worst criminal might be the only one with a future. Somewhere, sometime. In any case, the data-aliens were a welcome fodder for conspiracy theorists.


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    Gigantomania

    The next discoveries once again proved how small and insignificant one might feel in the vastness of space. And how young human civilization was.


    The 2nd April 2210, Alexandra Chimar, lead of the newest science ship, the Adrianos Americ II, reached a structure bigger than the Sol station itself. The design of the structure shared quite a few similarities to Kelant's comms tech – and indeed, it was most likely capable of bending space to allow instantaneous travel to a fixed endpoint. A wormhole generator, a gateway of sorts. Even active! … But it lacked a key. Without the key, no vessel would be able to pass through. At least the destination could be determined – a star cluster swiftly named the “L-Cluster”, with L for, you guessed it, “locked”, for no hyperlane seemed to reach that region beyond the Milky Way, so the sole access point would be the gateway.

    Not long after, another gateway was discovered – but that one inactive, and likely connected to other such structures within the galaxy.



    Chimar's first noteworthy discovery was soon dwarfed, quite literally, by the next surprise waiting for the Makrelogos. Entering the Uprfarvis system, sensors picked up a great amount of debris spread across vast distances. Perhaps the site of an old battle? Indeed.​

    But a battle with a foe that was still there. Some kind of moon-sized... living being was feeding on Uprfarvis' gas giants. Apparently, that monster was quite territorial and either impervious to most weapon fire, quick to regenerate, or both. Being comparable to what Yupanqui had named the “tiyanki”, incredible ship-sized yet placid creatures, this must have been the mother of all tiyanki – only far more aggressive and truly enormous.

    While the military dreamt of somehow controlling the beast and to sic it on the Evarites, the evidence in Uprfarvis' orbit pointed towards that not being a good idea. The doubts of the Makrelogos and its crew won out in the end, as no matter the moral justification, their service – alive – was deemed more useful than the high risk of a senseless sacrifice.

    Kyrillos compared the Tiyanki Matriarch to himself. A peaceful being just doing its own thing, be it grazing on gas giants or partying – but when provoked, it is supremely dangerous.

    The Evarite Manufacturers would feel the wrath of humanity.
     
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  • 2210-2230



    The Survival War


    Despite the best efforts of spies and hackers, the aliens still clung on to the Liuvigoto's wreckage as a way of communicating with the Empire, though at least they had been unable to replicate Kelant's tech. The Evarite shareholders' assembly used that direct line the 2nd March 2214. To declare war. With the explicit goal of “conducting a takeover of the competition” – conquering Earth.​


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    Audaric proclaimed that the military was ready. Even if it didn't get a hold of the alien superweapon Chimar had pursued. All that could be extracted from the so-called Xvan Labs was footage of the labs' destruction. Her following discovery of a planet covered entirely in self-replicating nanites made it likely that whatever weapon developed in the labs was one of these – a well-known apocalyptic scenario, where a never-ending stream of replicating machines covers the entire planet. Was it weaponized on Suyo II?

    Had it still been there – would the Empire have hesitated to deploy it through a stealth mission on Evari Prime? Hypothetical questions.





    What mattered now was to fend off the Evarites' attack. The Barnard's Star base was not fully fortified yet, but strong enough. The fleet was expanded to 20 ships. It could be better, but Audaric liked humanity's chances. The aliens were the attackers, so either they would have to attack Barnard's Star or the war would consist of both realms staring at each other across the hyperlane. As a robber corp, the Evarites had no choice in the matter, for their shareholders would tear them apart if they just had the fleet's expenses for nothing. Or so the Marshal hoped, anyway.

    The fleet would wait just outside of sensor range, then fall into the flank of the aliens as they engaged the starbase. The advantage of instantaneous comms would be invaluable in this conflict.



    The 4th January 2215 would likely be the day of reckoning. If the Evarites took Barnard's Star, then they would be at Earth's doorstep – with the fleet likely in tatters and only Sol station as last line of defence.

    In the end, it wasn't the day of reckoning. The Evarite fleet counted 20 ships, and retreated swiftly after Audaric's arrival into the Shroud – only one vessel ended up destroyed. That couldn't have been their full force – after repairs to Barnard's Star where finished, the fleet went back into ambushing position.




    It took longer than expected for the Evarites' return. Exactly two years. This time, 29 ships mounted an assault. If the aliens had any ability to learn, then admiral Dend Adrum must have expected the Empire's fleet to fall into his back again. But perhaps he didn't expect the station to have more firepower, or two more corvettes in the Imperial fleet. In any case, the 4th January 2215 saw five Evarite ships destroyed for no human losses – so Audaric pressed the advantage.



    The battle for Sirius the 14th July 2217 was hard-fought. The heavily defended station shot down eight Imperial vessels, but it did fall in the end. Repairs were finished in time and the station manned again for the 22nd September 2218, when the Evarites were unable to retake Sirius.


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    The Imperial advance on the Evarites' home system was then swiftly cut short, with the Marshal quickly realizing that the fleet wasn't able to fight off both their remaining fleet and their starbase. His retreat the 23rd March 2219 was followed by the next alien attempt against Sirius – ending in a great victory for the Empire the 5th August 2219, with half the attacking fleet in tatters.


    The Manufacturers would need time to rebuild. A perfect opportunity. Especially as the fleet had just been refitted with more powerful weaponry, railguns packing a bigger punch and blue-shifted lasers. The Sword was now the unofficial flagship, being the sole survivor of the battles, and Audaric, refusing to leave the vessel, would lead the assault on Evari from the Sword's bridge.

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    It began the 7th March 2221, with admiral Jil Nyle – Adrum clearly having been fired – attempting to prevent Imperial advance into the heart of the system right at the hyperlane's exit. The improved firepower paid off. Losing two ships out of 17, the Imperial fleet took out eight of the Evarites' 16, clearing the path to Evari's starbase, taken the 2nd May. Orbital bombardment of Evari Prime began.


    The defensive war now entered a second phase – the enemy fleet shattered, Kyrillos proclaimed that the war would be taken to their home planet to end the Evarite threat and complete the revenge. It would certainly be a dish served cold – Evari Prime orbits Evari quite at the edge of the goldilocks zone and is widely covered in what would resemble an Earthen tundra – though colder.


    Sotiria Iolans would lead the charge. An interplanetary invasion was a new experience for the Empire – horrifyingly difficult logistics, then taking the fight to an enemy who would have a very clear advantage in numbers while also having both terrain and climate on their side – even gravity and air, which would hardly be the same as on Earth. The fleet would provide support, but 15 corvettes can hardly cover an entire planet.


    Audaric focused fire on structures that seemed to be important for the war effort and the government. Crippling the Manufacturers' ability to strike back was the fleet's goal, while the army would need to move in in force later. Having managed to mobilize around a million soldiers, Iolans landed in a zone heavily covered by orbital fire, a place that might have been the capital area. As the army was certainly impressive, but also surely not enough to conquer a whole planet, the invading force's task was to establish a sizeable presence, take over the region to create a foothold for further advances.


    The troops were deployed quickly, but then immediately came under assault. As “rock dragons”, the Evarites didn't move like humans. Didn't act like humans. Didn't fight like humans. Some assailants came out of the ground, or perhaps they were just mistaken for the ground. The craters left by the orbital fire soon served as cover for the assaulted attackers, while masses of Evarite soldiers attacked the invaders. There seemed to be no end to them.


    In hindsight, that should have been expected. Robber corporation or not, this was the Evarites' homeland, and they would defend it with everything they had. Iolans' army dealt severe damage, but even landing another invasion force under Kyriakos Ferac couldn't overcome the odds.


    Ferac managed to retreat with battered remains of his invasion force, while Iolans and her army made their last stand against the Evarite hordes. Resuming orbital strikes after her fall, the human cost of the failed invasion was certainly high, but nothing compared to the Evarite one.​


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    Still, Audaric and Ferac convinced Kyrillos X that there would need to be a change of tactics. Better preparation. Sending more units a million strong to Evari Prime would lead to the same result, until the Evarites would be fully broken. But was that a cost humanity was ready to pay?

    Clearly not. Turning Evari Prime into a mass grave any more than it already was would serve no purpose. The next invasion force would need to be specially trained to fight on the rock dragons' homeworld, putting the experience gained at high blood cost to good use. The High Emperor relented.


    The Evarites attempted to sue for peace for a while now. The 25th May 2225, the Survival War came to an end. Earth mourned the brave soldiers who died far away from home. Evari Prime on the other hand – not the sole planet with an Evarite presence – was a battlefield, a third of it covered with ruins. The Imperial fleet was stronger than before, the Evarite one was reduced to a few ships.

    Thus it was unsurprising that Kyrillos' demands for the peace were fulfilled without long negotiations. Sirius would fall to the Empire. If there was anyone still alive from those who had conducted the raid on the Liuvigoto the Noble, they would need to be delivered into his custody – as would the wreck of Earth's first successful science ship. The Manufacturers would have to send hostages from their elite to Cherson – Earth on the other hand would send no hostage to Evari Prime. Reparations were to be paid – as the Evarites merely saw gold as a delicacy, in space-resistant alloys.

    And the High Emperor made himself perfectly clear – this was only to be a ten-year ceasefire.


    The raiders of the Liuvigoto, as it happens, were all still alive and hailed as heroes. As soon as they were delivered into human hands, a disastrous investment for the Manufacturers' shareholders, their reputation was at an all-time low. Long reviled by humanity, now even their fellow rocks viewed them as the cause for the widespread damage to their homes.​

    Making the knowledge about Evarite physiology – mostly gained through the exchange of weapon fire – widely available, Kyrillos offered a high prime for whoever developed a special pyre for the lithoids' execution. Ironically, it was Pierre Guillotin, a French engineer with rock in his name who won the prize. Guillotin's pyre created temperatures high enough not just to set the boulder dragons on fire, it would melt them – slowly, from the bottom to the top. It would likely even work on humans in a similar way, which was frankly a terrifying concept.

    The raiders were the first to be publicly guillotined in front of St. Kyrillos Cathedral in Cherson. As the lithoids melted, what must have been screams of excruciating pain had quite relaxing effects on the public, the inaudible sonic waves nearly massaging the human body. It was unclear where the Evarites' torment would end, but the High Emperor was insistent on savouring it even past the end. The melted lithoids, now nothing else but an amalgam of minerals, were then poured into a form...

    Solidifying, they would become a model of the Liuvigoto the Noble, to be exposed in Cherson's museum of space exploration.

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    The Veil

    While the Survival War raged on, space exploration continued. Most peculiar was Ferragon III – a planet which seemed to shift between dimensions, alternating between a presence in this one and the Shroud, every three months.​

    That couldn't be natural. Some advanced alien species – not the Evarites – must have done... something... to the planet to put it into this state. Though it is more likely that these aliens wanted to achieve the non-Shroud state of the planet – a world with a very regular climate and soil, perfectly suited to life as humanity knows it.

    The Makrelogos' crew was fascinated, and Yupanqui became obsessed with the idea of winning Ferragon III – or the Veil, as he called it – for human colonization. After six months of research, mostly comparing the hyperdrive to the planet, with extreme analysis of the shift itself, the crew had found a solution. Placing pulse devices at places critical to the shift, in theory the alternating pattern could be stopped forever, firmly placing the Veil into this dimension.


    The experiment succeeded. In 2228, the first hopeful departed for the Veil, and the 6th July 2230, after two years and the movement of millions of settlers, Kyrillos proclaimed that humanity's first extrasolar colony was a success. Attractive to staunch Imperials as well as for those hoping for less government influence, The Veil promised not just eternal spring with 21° all year long (no matter if Earthen or Veiled), but also a wide world full of possibilities. Veterans of the Survival War who quit the military were granted land in exchange for their service, and they were quite glad that they wouldn't freeze somewhere on Evari Prime, landowner or not.​


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    Second Contact

    Feeling vindicated in their stance towards aliens following the first contact with the Evarites and the Survival War, sighting a sleek UFO in the Tau Ceti system in 2227 put the Empire on high alert again. Science ships were escorted by military vessels, and an attempt was made to capture one of the aliens' ships to conduct an interrogation.


    It failed. It was likely that the aliens had made similarly bad experiences with the Evarites as the Empire before and were thus cautious. What little was gained in the short encounter sufficed to translate the language of the aliens. It wasn't as, well, alien as the Evarite one.



    Contact was established in 2230 with the United Figyar Hegemony. If one would make a comparison to Earth, they appeared to be some sort of avian species, at least organics instead of lithoids. On first sight, they shared some more similarities with the Empire – they were united behind a strong emperor and had quite clearly a martial culture. But the Figyar also had a social structure that was very much set in stone, with distinct elites and widespread slavery.​


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    People began to look for a distinct name for the Empire to use within space. For apparently, the hyperlanes didn't connect just to random stars, and while one alien species might be called a coincidence, two of them made it likely to find some other ones in the Milky Way at some point. If there were multiple empires, like the Figyari one, then humanity needed to be distinct, so that one wouldn't need to ask “Which one?” after having saying that one represents “the Empire”.​

    Kyrillos, returning a little to his old self after putting the Evarites to shame, couldn't be bothered to proclaim an official name. The Empire was perfectly fine. To any alien, one could present oneself as whatever – as long as it isn't disrespectful, which he trusted nobody would do.


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  • 2230-2245


    Veiled Nanites

    Colonization of the Veil was proceeding nicely, with colonists, plants and animals adapting flawlessly to the planet who was made for life. Only its shrouded state prevented life from having taken root there extensively before – or so the imperial leadership thought.

    There was something there. A fungus. Must have been robust to survive regular dimension-hopping, but that's not even all: one of the group who had found the mycellium was a veteran of the Survival War, and he swore by all the saints that he had seen the exact same fungus on Evari Prime. What might have been called a hallucination due to PTSD turned out to be not so far-fetched when it became apparent that the thing sent out some kind of signal into space.

    It was a fungal spy. Its creators were likely the same who had attempted to terraform the Veil, a species that seemed to have observed the early Evarites as well. At least the fungus was unknown to be on Earth, but it was still distressing. Were these people still around, and if yes, what did they think of the failed invasion during the Survival War? The answer could let everyone breathe easily, for the creators were long gone, as nobody received the fungus' signals. The organism could probably be put to humanity's use now...





    Just as another ancient construction. It seemed all the more likely that the nanite-builder species had been very active in this part of the galaxy, as the Ejok system held two ruins: an ancient medical complex responsible for the planet it was located on to turn into a gas giant and a clearly military structure of immense size. Larger than at least a dozen starbases, the construction was torn apart, but still was a testament to its builders' skill and technological advance.​

    The medical facility was able to replicate matter (likely from the Shroud). The leading theory on the spatial structure was that it was a Strategic Coordination Centre – with what looked like a more advanced version of Kelant's instant communication tech, the data from the spy fungi, and much more available, the leader of the builders' forces could organize galactic campaigns with ease, assisted by a huge staff.

    The medical facility was sadly far too deep in the gas giant to dream of accessing (in the near future, anyway) – but the Coordination Centre might be restored one day, and help to project humanity's power over the galaxy.

    And with all that, the question marks surrounding the fate of the nanite-builders grew ever greater. How did they disappear with that kind of mastery over space?








    Ceasefire's End – The Establishing War

    The 4th December 2233, the Figyari Hegemony attacked the Evarites. Weakened by their defeat in the Survival War, if their first contact with the Figyari was as aggressive as with humanity, it had just been a matter of time anyway.​

    It was the same day the new design for the hyperdrives was completed, theoretically enabling the construction of greater ships. Humanity's first destroyers, the Infernal, Phantom and Vivacious, were soon ready for combat.


    With the ceasefire coming to an end, everything was set for the Empire to end their first galactic enemy. A fleet with more firepower. Troops specifically trained for ten years. To push things even more into the Humans' favour, the Figyari attack on the enemy's southern border ('south' serving as a term to denote the direction towards the galactic core, departing from Earth).​

    With the end of the ceasefire, Audaric, still commanding from the Sword, moved against Evari and overcame the system's defences with ease the 18th October 2235. The Survival War had truly ended – now began what would later be known as the Establishing War. The name came from those few Evari refugees who escaped the Empire's clutches and spread their tales about Humans – how they had turned from easy prey to brutal conquerors. Survival and Establishing War together would mark the first impression of any alien realm, some of which the Empire wouldn't come into contact with until far later.

    The Vailons and the Figyari were the only ones not to hear from the Empire before word had already spread. The Vailons were in many ways similar to the Human Empire – a high value of their military, a clear distrust towards the alien. Human hackers had not managed to crack the Vailons' code, and there were more than a few who would have loved to see how Chertans would have fared against their encryption. The hacking attempt could at least not sour relations much more than it already did. For not only did both galactic nations fear the alien, the Vailons were proudly republican – united in their differences, both could thus hardly be more filled with animosity towards each other.


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    Not willing to repeat the mistakes from the Survival War, Audaric's fleet, now numbering five destroyers and twenty corvettes, bombarded Evari Prime for nearly two years before the logistical effort to move the greatest army Earth had ever seen could be finalized. Fifty million soldiers under the command of Kyriakos Ferac were to conquer a planet at least seven billion Evarites called home.​

    They had learned, and had a few advantages on their side. The orbital superiority, enabling the invasion in the first place, was paired with air superiority – the lithoids had never developed air flight. Minimally deployed in the Survival War due to plenty of doubts about Evari Prime's atmosphere and the logistical effort, now the air force would play a key role. Together with adapted tactics and weaponry and a complete disregard for any possible collateral civilian damage, the fifty million soldiers were more than enough.


    Within three months, all major centres of the Manufacturers on Evari Prime were under Imperial control, with Human losses lower than during the Survival War's invasion. Only precious few vessels managed to escape the planet's blockade, vessels that would spread humanity's reputation as a ruthless conqueror in the years to come.​


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    With their homeworld lost, the writing was on the wall for the Evarite Manufacturers. The Imperial Fleet took over one system after the other. The Evarite fleet made their apparent last stand in the Nixahel system the 20th September 2242, retreating to their last colony of Zoicel.

    It was a matter of time until the Evarite Manufacturers full capitulation would come. Something High Emperor Kyrillos X, the Decadent – later known as the Hungover –, would no longer witness, dying from the consequences of his long history of drug use the 6th October 2243 after 45 years of reign.


    It would be Liuva III (*12th February, 2180) who would declare the end of the Establishing War with the annexation of the Evarite Manufacturers around one year later, the 27th October 2244.


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    Discoveries of the Establishing War


    With the Establishing War taking very little toll on the general populace, save for the military, life within the Empire went its usual way. Until the Evarite threat wasn't vanquished, the science ships kept their focus to 'the east' (that is, towards the thicker part of the galactic spiral arm, starting from Earth).​

    The Philippos Makrelogos kept dominating the headlines. The 7th November 2235, the vessel left our dimension without engaging its hyperdrive. The only explanation that might attempt to make sense is that the ship was caught in a residual anomaly left by ancient spacefarers, one that could have persisted forever if the Makrelogos didn't, fully by coincidence, end up at that exact spot. It found itself briefly in a dimension that wasn't the Shroud either... perhaps some place inbetween.

    Half the crew was missing when the ship resurfaced in our dimension. Only for a ghastly apparition to make itself known a month later, eerily resembling the Makrelogos – with half the crew on board! The dimensional anomaly somehow 'cloned' the ship – why it didn't also 'clone' the crew, but instead placed half the original one on that new vessel will likely remain a mystery.

    Some suggested calling this new ship, after placing it into imperial service, by an anagram of the original one, such as Skramogoel, or a simple reversal (Sogolerkam), especially as options like these weren't too difficult on the tongue. In the end, the ship's abductee crew gave it its name – they described the space they found themselves in as beyond space-time, beyond even the hyperlanes – thus the new vessel was named the From Beyond, and placed under the command of Nonna Thorismindi, a scientist who had extensively studied the Veil and the planet's stabilization and whose dimensional knowledge was deemed useful in dealing with the extra-dimensional ship.


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    Thorismondi's first discovery was that of an asteroid which may very well fit a thought experiment – the presence of electric charges within the asteroid suggested that it could be thinking. Her first instinct was to recall that one of the famous thought experiment's versions saw it as a very ephemeral phenomenon. Her first real thought was directed at the war effort against undoubtedly sentient rocks. So she didn't hesitate, and had the asteroid's core excavated, upon which the signals promptly ceased. Did she 'kill' the asteroid? Either way, the excavation proved to be very insightful.​

    The From Beyond's crew was under close scrutiny by the media due to their origin, and Thorismondi became the quite popular face of the ship, fitting quite nicely into a few 'mad scientist' stereotypes. When faced with a steadily accelerating object without any kind of apparent propulsion method, others might have tried to study the thing, tried to make sense of it from a distance. She devised a mad plan to halt it instead, put it into action the 22nd January 2240 – and it even worked.

    It was just some kind of box – though one with a hellishly complicated lock. No indication as to how it gained its immense speed. Perhaps this thing had somehow resonated with the extra-dimensional properties of the From Beyond, the ship's passage releasing it from whatever dimensional anomaly kept a hold of it. In any case, after extensive study, the lock could be picked, the outer layers of the box gave way to access its contents.

    Gene-mods. Tailored to strengthen a certain aspect of one's DNA, though which one remained a mystery. Whoever made this box must have checked the whole mad scientist list for removing one of the three differently-coloured liquids would destroy the others. The whole project concerning the alien box was so insane that the science division issued clear guidelines whose sole aim was to prevent such a situation from arising.

    In any case, in a sudden influx of patriotism, the team responsible for the box picked the liquid which resonated in the proud red of the imperial uniforms. After researching its effects – increasing a person's spatial awareness and acceptance of close quarters – it was mass-synthesized and distributed across the entire Empire. Future humans would need less space for themselves, more efficient in its use and be better at judging distances. A shame the other liquids were destroyed, for their benefits would surely have been worth all the hassle to access the box as well.



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    Kyrillos X raised acceptance of the gene-mod by proudly boasting that now he could drink three more glasses of his favourite cocktail before he started picking the non-existent of the two things he wanted to do something with, be it taking a seat, another glass or talking to someone.

    Thorismondi on the other hand refused vehemently to take the gene-mod. Sure, she had found it, but how could such a thing even exist? And be beneficial to humans? All that, studied from a cloned Shroud ship? She grew increasingly paranoid, something which would later on cause her to be put off-duty in science ships more than once.





    Nanite's Gift


    Shortly before the end of the Establishing War, the atomic clock's countdown reached its end. And a cloud of nanites descended upon Alpha Centauri Via, turning it into a lush world not that different from the Veil – with indigenous lifeforms included. Days ago, the moon was barren.​

    Now it was full of life. Kyrillos X's last official act was to send off the first colony ship to Nanite's Gift... it truly showed how much more technological progress lay ahead. The nanite builders had created something which could both devour a planet and restore it, life included.

    It is as they say: sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.



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    And while the first humans set off to Nanite's Gift, a new hope for life, the end of the Establishing War left billions of Evarites as new subjects of Cherson's palace. A challenging situation.​


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    Evarite



    Luckily for the Empire, the Manufacturers kept a tight leash on their weapon monopoly. Only their soldiers wielded one, and they had nearly all fallen in the second invasion, having no answer to the imperial strategy built around air superiority. The fall of Evari Prime had also caused a great refugee movement, as anyone capable of doing so – thus mostly those few who had weapons – attempted to flee the imperial wrath. The masses of unarmed rock dragons were no longer resisting, reinforcements from Earth having brought the army's strength to sixty million soldiers.


    The refugees wouldn't exactly find a warm welcome in the neighbouring star realms, the slavering Figyari Hegemony and the just as xenophobe, yet nominally egalitarian Vailon Citizen Confederation. Many were those who thought that it would truly take an alien mind to find slavery preferable to whatever fate Liuva had in mind for them...


    Only to find themselves tending towards agreeing later. Or – no, most humans would attempt to fight to the last instead of accepting this fate. Liuva and the military high command spent a few months debating the Evarite problem, before the High Emperor issued his legendary speech on the compatibility of man and rock.


    The gist of it is that organic and lithoid couldn't share a society. The individual was the sole similarity. Not one need of the lithoid was like a human's. Starting with the environment – Evari Prime is in many ways a “freezing hellscape, making Greenland seem like a tropical paradise”, in the words of general Ferac. The planet's air doesn't support most terrestrial life. Then the Evarite itself – what does it need, in what quantities? Sleep, food – how does it reproduce? Wouldn't an Evarite on Earth just disrupt everything? Liuva's plastic example was a jeweller – beautiful decoration for a Human, just an upper-class restaurant for an Evarite. They could probably just munch on buildings all day.


    Their governmental experience was drastically different as well. Would they follow orders of important corporations like the Fugrasus Bank, the electronics giant Astra or the SMG, the spatial mining guild, instead of the Empire? If the corporations could find a common ground, then they could easily undermine imperial authority with such numerical backing.


    Either the Empire would have to clearly separate human and Evarite government or take a drastic step. The latter was chosen.





    What kind of drastic step? The guillotine. The properties of the Liuvigoto the Noble's model were by now well-researched, and the Evarite mineral was deemed highly useful for a multitude of applications. The mineral was also present in Evari Prime's crust, but the... moving ones were both more accessible and provided a solution to the problem caused by the conquest.​




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    Protests on Earth were not too vehement, though persistent – the silent, but clear majority supported the High Emperor's decision. Had the Survival War been lost, they would either be slaves to their rock masters or face a similar fate.


    The army on Evari Prime set up planetside habitats for a permanent human presence, as well as prepared for an extensive robot workforce to deal with the hostile conditions, and started setting up guillotines in those of the Manufacturers' factories that hadn't be reduced to rubble in order to ease the logistics of processing. The greatest problem would be herding the population into the processing factories – armed or not, sheer force of numbers could probably overwhelm the army if they made a concentrated effort, and Evarite population within imperial territory (around 10 billion on Evari Prime, 1 more on the colonies) was still greater than the human one (of nearly 10 billion).


    Fears that were ultimately unfounded. Who knows how long the Manufacturers had ruled, but they had made their people compliant sheep, ever ready to buy the next product – or, in this case, becoming the next product. Most of those who had more free thought were those who had gotten hold of an illegal weapon, and had already attempted to escape (more often than not with no success).


    The biggest obstacle to efficient processing thus came from Earth of all places. Pro-lithoid-life terrorists attempted to disrupt the genocide, attacking factories, forming resistance groups. “A drop of water freezing before it hits Evari Prime's ground”, Ferac called the terrorists, before adding that “processing continues like planned”.


    Goods made out of evarite – soon, the aliens' name would only live on (in the Empire, at least) in the mineral's name – became the latest craze in the Empire, and everything that could make use of it (and many things that couldn't rightfully gain anything out of it) soon advertised themselves as containing evarite, from massive furniture to toothpaste.


    Of the planets colonized by the Evarites, the scorching deserts of Apitea and the freezing peaks of Zoicel were vacated as soon as processing was completed, the 26th April 2246. Ermian on the other hand consisted mostly of lush jungles like those one may find in Brazil or the just recently reclaimed former nuclear wastelands of central Africa and the Caribbean. Renamed New Amazonia, settlers mostly from tropical regions sought a new home there.




    The Senate


    A single Figyari ship sought out the edges of the Patraggor system, the new border between the Empire and the Hegemony, the 21st January 2246, repeatedly issuing the message that they weren't armed and came in peace. Instead of opening fire, the border guards of the starbase thus contacted the High Emperor and allowed the Figyari to speak.

    They declared that they represented the Galactic Community. Formed on the incentive of the United Endurga Union (if they pointed out their unity that much, they surely weren't), leaders of said union, the Vailon Citizen Confederation, the United Figyar Hegemony and the Gorf Hierarchy had agreed to create a supranational organization to overview the matters of the galaxy. The Senate formed in that organization would reside in the neutral system of Chor's Compass, home of the Caravaneers, a guild of galactic traders reaching back millenia (again, the question who bought their goods between the fall of the last galactic realms and the rise of the five known ones, who all had at most a century of difference between reaching space, was soon abandoned).




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    those guys live on the other side of the galaxy


    Agreeing that every known spacefaring realm should be represented if the Community's purpose was to be fulfilled, the Empire was invited to join. The Figyari also made themselves perfectly clear that they didn't care at all about the fate of the Evarites – they were grateful for the free slaves instead.


    The Imperial Palace's reaction was lukewarm at best. A similar organization on Earth in its base idea, the United Nations, had failed spectacularly. The Galactic Community wouldn't have more powers than this failed experiment either. Still, it was at least a place to exchange information, a forum of knowledge, a window into foreign realms if nothing else.


    Liuva III thus agreed to join this Galactic Community, and his sister Cixila was named humanity's representative to the Senate. It would be a long trip to basically the other end of the galaxy, and Cixila's task was clear – keep the Empire informed. The Senate could decide whatever they wanted; Liuva only made an Audaric in direct imperial matters.



    Departing on a luxurious vessel built solely for this purpose, with a multitude of elements made out of evarite, Princess Cixila would show the aliens imperial wealth and power at the same time. Let them be jealous of the imperial envoy while having the fate of those who oppose the Empire plainly in front of their eyes, or whatever other optic (or sonar?) organ they had.

    The contrast was great in the offices of the galactic senators. The Figyari, Gorf and Vailon envoys preferred martial discipline, with what sparse decoration present representing the military honours of the senators, who behaved accordingly. The Endurga senator was all set for multicultural exchange, trying to incorporate alien designs in his office, giving himself worldly and trying his best to, well, be a diplomat.

    Princess Cixila's office was lavishly decorated, gold ever-present. The finest delicacies were going in and out of her quarters, most of them from Earth despite the long travel. The rigid senators were happily mocked, as there never was a dull moment amongst the human representatives. One was hard-pressed not to find Cixila – very much following her father's example – indulging in another luxury. But when dealing with aliens was inevitable, she made a point of doing so across her office's table. Showing that the Empire wasn't just wealthy, but a powerful military force. How? Her table represented a nation's fall. It was made out of evarite, and not just any rock dragon ended up in there, but some of the last executives of the Manufacturers.





    The Master of the Void


    The High Emperor's stance towards the Galactic Senate illustrated his general policy perfectly. “Let the aliens bicker about whatever they want, humanity will carve its own path through the galaxy. Space is vast – plenty of room to make ours instead of fighting for the already taken.”

    Liuva III in some way followed the same policy as his ancestors, the one that made Gothia Earth's dominant power in the age of exploration. Back then, Gothia turned away from Europe to seize land either unclaimed by strong governments, already crumbling (China) or technologically inferior – Japan being an exception which led to the preservation of its culture. Now, Liuva ignored the species of the Galactic Community in order to expand Gothia's borders into the unknown at an ever-increasing speed.

    While he had no doubt that the Empire could crush its Figyari neighbours if it so decided, first the Evarites' processing would need to be completed. And while the vastness of space left an easy way to expand, why choose the difficult, costly one? With advances in thruster technology giving human ships a clear edge in speed and human scientists rapidly followed by outpost constructors, Liuva III was soon called the Master of the Void.


    A Master who would soon meet a greater master. In the direction of what could have become a second border with the Figyari, the Rax'Thalak Ancients dwelled – on highly, very highly developed planets with incredible ships. One of these alone would probably be enough to carve through the Empire's proud fleet. Luckily, these frog-like aliens were... friendly, for the lack of a better word, and happy enough to just stay in their corner of the galaxy.​



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    The one amongst them who made contact had a perfect translator within moments of meeting the Americ II (surely they had made previous observations), and behaved like an excitable child wanting to make new friends. As they seemed to be willing to ignore the greater galaxy, Liuva was just as willing to ignore them – for now, at least.





    A Friend in Space

    Exploration and expansion advanced smoothly. Contact was made with some sort of spatial artist commune as well as the Riggan Commerce Exchange and the XuraCorp, strange space stations with some kind of replicator for rare goods on the lookout for customers. Slowly starting not to question these discoveries any more (there was no way anyone other than an imperial ship made contact for at least a few thousand years), limited trade with these obviously harmless exclaves began.

    Thorismondi's expedition in the From Beyond gave Yupanqui's expedition in the Makrelogos a real challenge insofar as the generation of headlines and benefits for the Empire was in question. She found a young space amoeba on Balawar IX the 4th February 2248... and true to her by now famed eccentricity, she managed to tame the space beast. “Wraith” happily followed the From Beyond around.


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    The Makrelogos crew made more... scientific?... finds. Like a Figyari supply ship around the asteroid of LK12-83 the 5th May 2250, disabled by a heavy astral storm. Which frankly caused more questions than answers. What did a freighter like that do at least a dozen hyperlanes away from Figyari space – and that is either if you pass through Rax'Thalak or Imperial territory? What kind of by all means ordinary minerals would justify such a distant route? How did the Hegemony learn of the ship being boarded by Yupanqui's crew, demanding the cargo's return the 5th November? They were at a loss, but conducted a clean sweep of all those aware of the information just in case a spy was present. The Hegemony's demands to return the minerals fell on deaf ears.









    The Galactic Community, meanwhile, passed its first resolution, “the Readied Shield”, noticeable by full support of the Senate's species – with exception of the Empire, Princess Cixila following her brother's orders and not caring about the process at all. The small Imperial delegation merely indulged in luxury and must have made quite a decadent sight, if not for the fact that they were dangerously aware of their surroundings, with likely more than one spy in the making.​

    And under the ground of Nanite's Gift, something stirred. Some kind of creature – no, many of them – seemed to dig their way to the surface...

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    Imperial Reforms



    With the Empire spreading to more and more systems at an increasing rate, and with multiple extra-terrestrial colonies being set up, Liuva III faced the question as to how this growing empire should be administered. Colonies were mostly left to their own devices for now, and Evari Prime was under strict martial law – while the latter was a necessity, the former was a thorn in the High Emperor's side.


    Imperial administration was built on the Gothic empire's since Leon the Absolute. The old exarchs had been fully integrated into the hierarchy of the imperial bureaucracy, the nobility and clergy were relegated to honorary titles. The exarchs then all answered solely to the emperor and his ministers. The colonies of the Veil, New Amazonia and Nanite's Gift lacked the structures to enforce the imperial will. The great promise of the colonies – wide, unsettled land – made it difficult to organize them, leading mostly to the forming cities administering themselves with a mayor and council, places with a military presence instead being led by the base's commander.


    Liuva replaced this lax system born out of novelty with a rigorous enforcement of imperial law. Before any settlement was established, the colonization prospect would be divided into administrative districts, headed by a colonial governor appointed directly by the High Emperor. The imperial bureaucracy was to be the limit for settlement – willing colonists still had a wide, untouched land to their disposal, but only in the numbers allocated to a certain district, depending on the local administration's manpower.


    The new colony in the Uflao system – Broadleaf, a mostly tropical world –, not further from Earth than the Veil, would be the first to be subject to these new measures as they were enforced on the three other colonies. Liuva promised himself greater efficiency and control from that measure, while there was a nice side effect insofar as a terrorist hideout would be easier to find as an unregistered landing/settlement.


    The Empire was not to become a loose amalgam of planets, but remain true to the ideals of Gothic history, from the medieval monarchs with their powerful demesne to the ironfist colonizers, from the killers of the revolution to Miracle's profiteers.



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    Nanite's Surprise


    The lack of clear structures was making life on Nanite's Gift more difficult, due to the troubling lifeform that had awoken in the planet – perhaps one already there before the nanites' terraforming – masses of snake-like beings swarming the houses of settlers.

    People who had thought they had reached the place of their dreams on that wonderful, empty gaia planet were overwhelmed, their small farms drowned in snakes, and they were forced to flock to the nascent cities, places where military presence enabled the colonists to fight back against the vermin.



    Initial investigation revealed that they were attracted by electricity. The Empire observed for a year as the ophidians proved to be quite useful in getting the population to integrate the reformed administration. Stubborn holdouts persisted, but at some point the snakes began to learn how to operate their machinery as well, and angry pioneers couldn't deal with their numbers with their fury alone, increasingly in danger if attacked by heavy machines and unable to set aside their weapons for even a moment.​

    The holdouts' equipment was taken over by the vermin and they used it to increase the passages between their underground and the surface. Now becoming a real threat to Nanite's Gift, and with the reform enforced, Liuva sent troops.

    The launch of Operation Phoenix was the 26th November 2253. Imperial purifiers were to scour the land, incinerating any ophidian in their path. Nanite's Gift would certainly recover, but for now it was placed under martial law until the blazing purge was completed. With the army setting out from the few civilization centres, it would take a while to cover the planet.

    The 25th July 2254, the operation's scope was expanded to the underground, as it became clear that cleansing the surface was not enough to dissuade the snakes from returning. Their numbers were still massively overwhelming though, and with the Empire not sending greater numbers to deal with a simple snake plague, the purifiers' flames would continue for the foreseeable future.

    The ophidians attempted to placate the settlers, using the pilfered equipment to provide the settlers with minerals, but after having invested so much into the eradication of the thieving vermin, negotiations were off the table for the monarch. Hijacking a cargo freighter with a looted comm system, they made a last desperate attempt to flee into space as the purifiers reached the last nest – with a predictable result.




    The snake plague on Nanite's Gift was over the 3rd July 2256. The lush nature left by the nanites was resistant and would recover, and the hardy settlers able to forge a true home on the ashes of the past. Probably.



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    Irass


    For quite some time, the Empire's science fleet had not been able to locate any more Irassian artefacts, and it seemed as if this precursor star realm would not be found, like the nanite builders whose origins were still a mystery.


    That was until Markos Fugrasus, the head of the legendarily rich Fugrasus Bank, boasted that he owned the command centre of a genuine Irassian starship. Excavated on the Veil at some point, it was the jewel of the alien collection the banker had put together in his newest villa. Placing the centre at the disposal of imperial scientists with the sole condition that it would be returned to him afterwards, Fugrasus didn't sully his relations with the imperial family.


    Irass was finally found with the data extracted – and just a previously unknown hyperlane away from imperial space. The newest science ship of the fleet, the Leif Eriksson, reached Irassia, the homeworld of the species, in September 2254. It was a ruin, bombed to oblivion relatively recently – whoever did this was here just a few thousand years ago, likely yet to make contact with humanity but strong.


    The 28th, leading science officer Petros Limine found a sample of the Javorian Pox, the disease that wiped out the species. It was actually harmless to humans – on the contrary, parts of the pox's genetic material were solutions to problems long looked for. People might very well live twenty years longer with a little practical application. Then again, while the current strain was harmless, a little modification is all that is needed for its more destructive potential to develop...


    Liuva agreed to establish Project Pestilence, a group which would be able to adapt the Javorian Pox to whatever alien species would want to test humanity's wrath – a humanity which would itself be immune to the virus thanks to the genetic solutions it brought. The Pox was a calamity for the Irassians, but a great boon for humanity.


    Limine and his crew were not yet immunized when they boarded a derelict ship in the orbit of Irass IX... and likely encountered one such weaponized strain of the pox, or some other virus. Turning on each other, contact with the Leif Eriksson was lost swiftly, their names yet more on the ever-growing list of lost space pioneers.




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    New Old Enemies


    After the Readied Shield, the Galactic Senate tackled its next project – establishing a central galactic market. Once again, the Empire's senator was ignoring the issue at hand, something which infuriated the Figyari emperor to no end.

    The Hegemony had accumulated many reasons to hate humanity. They were their “northern” neighbours, having destroyed the easy mark – and thus source of slaves – the Evarite Manufacturers had presented. With the Rax'Thalak to the “east”, the Hegemony could not expand in that direction without a war. The matter of the lost supply ship was still souring relations, and things didn't improve when Human explorers got their hands on the lost manuscript of a legendary Figyari political text (somewhere it really shouldn't be), only to decry it as “useless drivel”. Making matters worse, the Figyari senator was often spotted making his way to Princess Cixila's parties, and rumours had it that he didn't just do it out of political obligation but rather to leak some sensible information...​

    The emperor of the Hegemony proclaimed the Empire as rivals to be overcome at any cost. Liuva's response was to send Cixila footage of the fleet effortlessly destroying a squad of ancient mining drones to show to the emperor that the Hegemony would certainly find no slaves in the Empire.




    While relations soured with the avian neighbour, the Makrelogos barely managed to escape the Yirellon system the 4th October 2256, where multiple fleets were patrolling around some massive artificial stations which must have housed at least hundreds of millions of people.

    Communications were established the 11th September 2257. Perhaps the recent bombers of Irassia had been found... in any case, Liuva would have said that he felt his blood react strongly to these plantoid aliens. Why? They were in many ways similar to the steppe peoples of old.​

    Was it the Javorian Pox which had forced them into their massive artificial habitats instead of planetary life? One might never know, as they didn't speak with aliens. The spokesman of these space nomads interrupted his shrieking only to make death threats – or demand tribute, something which was swiftly rejected, despite their apparent power.

    The clans must have been locked in internal warfare, or the “Finu Void Riders” would occupy far more than just three systems. The imperial fleet would meet whatever kind of raiding fleet they felt comfortable with sending without compromising their defences in battle.



    With the processing of the last Evarite on the planet complete, Evari Prime had been renamed in honour of the leader of Earth's defence against the alien attack – Audaricia. The Marshal would lead humanity's fleet against the raiders, departing from Evari's orbit the 5th January 2258, the day the Finu made their demand for tribute.​

    The Finu raid made painfully obvious that the Empire was beginning to suffer from its own size. For two years, the raiders advanced into imperial space, despite Audaric moving to counter immediately. In the Dulshi system, the 1st June 2260, the raid was finally stopped in a great victory, but only after multiple mining and research stations had been destroyed.




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    the Empire as the Finu launched their raid, 2258
    encircled – the Dulshi system


    Gothia's old enemies' spirit lived on in space. Proving the point of many in high command, the raid made it clear that at least a second fleet had to be built – for this was certainly not the last fight with the Finu.




    Apples of Youth


    The 30th August 2254, Thorismondi and the From Beyond crew thoroughly checked the ship for any kind of drug introduced into the air system, something which had in all honesty happened before. Thorismondi's report of a giant pink dragon able to swallow her ship whole had been rightfully ignored, but this time the ship's captain was looking as well.


    The checks were negative, so it must have been either a collective hallucination – or real. There was a tree in space. A tree! With fruit! And friends!... No, not a squirrel. Not a bird either. Big, angry space amoebas.


    The From Beyond retreated. And instead of looking for military support in order to investigate the tree, Thorismondi researched her pet amoeba in order to pacify the tree's guardians, unable to bear the thought of destroying them. Having managed to camouflage the ships as something else than amoeba food, Thorismondi then researched the space tree.​

    The old myths concerning apples... they were, in some way, true. The tree's fruits were very much like apples, and had uncanny regenerative powers. They could be applied to increase one's lifespan. As one should grow accustomed to whenever Thorismondi was involved, there was a choice to be made.

    The fruits could be, well, eaten. The tree, after being safely brought into orbit of Earth, could feed a few elites, basically turning Thorismondi into Iðunn and said imperial elites into Norse gods, kept youthful by her apples – if only for around 15 years longer.

    Or the fruits could be highly distilled and turned into some sort of elixir of life. It would be less potent than the fruit itself, but could be offered to most of the population. Still for a potent effect – old age would only begin to show itself after one passes around a centenary. One might just gain a few months of lifetime at most.

    Liuva had faith in the Empire's genetic researchers. Anyone who could mass-produce an obscure gene-mod, who could harness the devastating powers of the Javorian Pox both for life and death – anyone like that could also achieve the same results as the life apples one day. He was confident that he would see that day come.

    The elixir of life was distributed freely among the people by imperial decree, with Thorismondi's results being made widely available as well. Faced with the knowledge that the High Emperor could have just claimed the fruit for himself and his advisors, but decided to make it widely available, Liuva's popularity reached new heights – even if one understood the political calculations behind making this move.


    With Yupanqui managing to terraform a barren planet into an arid one with merely a little energy, humanity's path to truly filling out Liuva's title felt well on its way.




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    Allies of Time


    The 60s of the 23rd century began not only with the battle of Dulshi, but also with what can only be described as temporal anomalies. The Makrelogos discovered an obviously man-made shelter on Nigiro VI, far, far away from Earth, even from the newest colony on Acrisia. Staffed by a strange, but highly capable scientist who only referred to herself as the Exile.​

    While the Exile was brought back to Earth to determine her fate, Thorismondi – who else – stumbled upon a half-buried box while studying an asteroid. A box which... was basically exactly like the one she kept in her quarters. Not just basically, actually – it was fully identical. It even contained writing that appeared like it was written by her own hand! With great insights for governmental research, lasting ten years at least. A message from future Thorismondi, no doubt about it.



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    While the eccentric researcher's information was put into practice, the Exile was given command of the newest Imperial science ship, the Takumi Fujita – not speaking of her past suddenly had a very good explanation. If one could even think of a temporal paradox as a valid explanation! Time travel to the past was apparently more than just a wild dream!


    Thus finding a copy of the exploration age's famed playwright Guillaume Seclance's work in the Ulkad system might also have been left by a time traveller instead of aliens. Though one has to wonder if that's truly a more comforting idea or if future humans were tearing apart the space-time-continuum at their leisure. Perhaps the singularity would be achieved by humanity?


    The writings of a so-called “Telisa the Teller of Tales” might also be human in origin then. Anything that would be discovered in the future now was faced with the question if it was really old... or not even created yet. Anything could be human in origin now.



    The concept of time was broken apart far more than with the theory of relativity.







    The Bloody Beak War


    Humanity's constant exploration and expansion to the east, not to mention the additional grievances not only since the foundation of the Galactic Senate, brought tensions to a breaking point with the Figyari.​

    Emperor Bhunakh I rallied the Hegemony after the war against the Vailons to face another enemy – the Humans. Spies – or, more likely, terrorists – must have managed to report the battle of Dulshi to the aliens, and Bhunakh sensed an opportunity. The 5th June 2261, he declared war.



    Without the Figyari navy actually being ready for the conflict. When Audaric's fleet disrupted the excavation of Orvall III the 6th March 2263, there was no enemy fleet in sight. The first real enemy contact was the 11th November, and the Buteqos Stellar Rectrix lost most of its ships for the loss of merely two human corvettes.​

    A similar result was achieved the 12th March 2265 against the Tordalit Stellar Rectrix. Project Pestilence was getting ready to adapt the Javorian Pox to Figyari physiology... but Liuva III had other plans. He wasn't interested in a costly invasion, nor in crippling the enemy with the terrifying biological weapon.



    Things couldn't have gone better for the Empire. The Hegemony's might had suffered great losses while barely scratching the Imperial fleet. What better deterrent would there be than to just end it there, with an attitude of “not even worth our time”, while also humiliating the Figyari? The war thus ended after merely two battles, with just a few Figyari stations occupied, and only the Orvall system with its important fungal research station changed hands.


    Why was a fast peace signed, despite both realms' track record of being more than willing to pay the price for victory? The Figyari took what was offered to them before worse came to pass. On Imperial side, Liuva and Audaric weren't blind – either rivalry or poor coordination had led to Buteqos and Tordalit not acting together, which was a great factor in the Imperial victories. To quote Audaric's report to the High Emperor: “Carefully selected inbreeding over centuries assured that only the greatest imbecile was placed in charge – from the emperor declaring war with no apparent preparation to the commanders striving to earn swift personal glory with no regard for the enemy's strength, abandoning their numerical advantage like an utter fool. Which is why I am all the more glad that the Empire doesn't follow that path.”​

    Erecting a nimbus of invincibility over the remains of the Figyari ships – for the greater circumstances of the victories weren't made public by neither Figyari, protecting their martial competence, nor Humans, for obvious reasons – could only be a boon.

    Adapting a human idiom, all the avian Figyari got from the conflict was a bloody beak, giving the conflict its name.



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    Gothic Flashbacks


    But that wasn't the last consequence of the Figyari attack. The Finu somehow managed to find the right window of opportunity to strike (information leaking to the barbarians was not likely), and raided Acrisia while Audaric's fleet was on the other side of the Empire.​



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    The lost colonists would be avenged one day. Liuva immediately proclaimed the foundation of the second imperial fleet, Strike Force Wyvern, to complement Audaric's Griffin, to be led by the Marshal's apprentice, Melanie Leroy. Improvements in hyperdrive technology also allowed for the fleets to welcome Humanity's first cruisers. The Serpess starbase was also fortified in expectation of Finu raiders. They would hardly find an easy prey ever again.


    Also, after two years of preparation, the Vailons struck against the Figyari again.


    The Finu launched another raid in 2270. With the Serpess fortress not yet ready, the Finu raiders advanced all the way to Acrisia again – only to be welcomed by Leroy's wyverns, with Audaric's griffins lying in wait. The 10th October 2273, the raiders were annihilated in the Dristmak system. On Acrisia, people looked at the sky to see explosions. Imperial revenge, live for those who had been affected the most.



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    Leroy is just that good, managing to chase off at least 63 raiding ships with merely four of her own.


    But it was only a small fraction of their forces, so the Master of the Void didn't order an attack on their home systems. With Serpess and Wyvern ready, the Empire wouldn't fear the next attack.





    Galactic Politics

    While imperial scientists continued to write their legends and advance imperial knowledge, the Galactic Senate took their next steps. The wars in the galaxy's west were a thorn in the Endurga's side, and the newly-contacted Dabbax Trade Union, ruthless capitalistic arthropods likely not too different from the Evarites, pushed into the Senate.


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    The idea of a Galactic Council bloomed to supervise galactic matters. The 2nd July 2276, it was founded.​

    The Endurga claimed the main seat on the council, as mediators and founders, but also as those closest to the Senate's seat and by virtue of their economical power. The Vailons, despite their offensive war against the Figyari, claimed the second seat, for their strength and successful political manoeuvring trained for a long time.

    The council needed a third seat so that decisions could be made by majority. The Dabbax Trade Union clamoured the loudest for that seat, while the Figyari Hegemony was out of consideration.




    Princess Cixila then made herself heard. Despite having been known lately just for using some of Atlantis' so-called “dancing gas” to liven up her parties, causing a few deaths of diplomatic attachés by excessive dancing, she was still a scion of Gothia's imperial line.​

    When the formation of the galactic council was to be announced, Cixila seemed as aloof as ever in the Senate's session. Only to take the floor before the basically already determined vote would be held.

    She spoke about the worth of the Galactic Senate in the Empire's eyes – very little. Then about the worth of the council – not much more, but still more. What, or rather who, the council should represent – power, mostly. Then how the Empire didn't suffer fools. Anyone claiming to be greater than them was a fool, and a fool's fate could be seen quite clearly in her very own office. The council claimed to be greater than other realms. So the Empire had to sit on that council. No matter if they actually did much, it simply had to be.

    Who else could claim to have destroyed one fellow starfaring nation? Who else had put down a Figyari attack without breaking a sweat? Who else held a weapon so terrible it destroyed an ancient realm? She raised a sort of canister, and asked if anyone had ever heard of the Javorian Pox. With how widespread the Irassians were, yes, the other senators had heard of it.

    Who would destroy Vailons and Figyari alike, and anyone else in their way, if they were not getting a seat on the Galactic Council, Cixila asked.

    Instead of calling her bluff right there – the canister was filled with cheap wine, which was not exactly dangerous (despite the princess' vehement claims to the contrary when it was brought to her chambers) – the senators were obviously intimidated by the prospect of a horrific death to an incurable plague. Reason also made them wary of imperial power and unwilling to provoke Liuva, especially with the Empire's neighbours warring each other.




    Two people were made happy in the senatorial station that day: Cixila, for managing to secure the Empire's seat on the Galactic Council, and the lucky thief who then stole the “sample of Javorian Pox”, which some fool bought on the black market for an astronomical price.​


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    Did they truly think that the Empire would leave such a closely-guarded secret in Cixila's notoriously unguarded hands? Even if she showed her ruthless side, for such a trifle as the Galactic Council, the Empire wouldn't risk losing such a powerful weapon, even if there was no chance of it being used against them.




    Humanity's Next Step


    The intrepid star explorers weren't the only ones making great discoveries. Still, once again, Nonna Thorismondi was at the heart of it. Her long time serving on the From Beyond made her, according to herself, resonate with the Shroud in some way. While this was the same reason why she didn't want to stay on the ship for too long, unlike for example Yupanqui on the Makrelogos, the Shroud's hold on the scientist was strong enough to affect her even in charge of some of Earth's greatest labs.​

    In a flash of inspiration, Thorismondi researched that connection she had with the Shroud, as well as looking for ways to replicate it. To control it, even. The 13th August 2276, she presented her breakthrough to the throne.

    With a crazed glint in her eyes, Thorismondi presented the powers she had gained from interacting with the Shroud. She could levitate, herself and objects, then move that around. She could surround herself with a kind of shield. She could move short distances through the cloud, basically teleporting. In short – within limits –, by manipulating the Shroud, she became able to subject space around her to her will.


    Her Shroud-Penetrating-Energy-Looting-Leak (thus SPELL for short – many groans were heard) consisted of two parts, an implant and an energy source. It could be implemented into combat gear and thus increase soldiers' fighting potential, but definitely not widespread. Only a small elite force could be realistically subjected to the necessary training – as Thorismondi spoke of a certain “affinity” one would need to channel the Shroud's “psionic” energies. As to where that affinity came from and why it would only manifest in certain individuals, the science celebrity said that “your guess is as good as mine.”


    She theorized that a wide psionic awakening would be necessary for not just a few elite soldiers, but the greater population to wield SPELL powers – and even greater ones.​


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    Tapping into the incomprehensible powers of the Shroud was a prospect many were uncomfortable with. As usual within the Empire, critics weren't silenced, but rather allowed to speak up and summarily ignored until they made a truly valid point. Like when the “roots” of the previously discovered “spying fungus” were discovered. Some spoke up, claiming that the “Fumongus” was mostly a great unknown, that it would leak information to the Shroud. This parallel dimension most certainly wasn't just there to simplify human lives, so there had to be something there. Something dangerous. The Fumongus' spying abilities were still used by imperial decree...


    …but the dangers of the Shroud were a valid point. Instead of delving deeper into Thorismondi's research, Liuva reassigned her to the From Beyond and tasked Valerios Anteris with the next step in human evolution. A pious soul, the High Emperor made the final decision towards what the old arguments decried as “playing God” – though he saw it more as becoming God's tool.

    Anteris and his team delivered the results of their labour the 4th May 2279. The work on the Javorian Pox, the Elixir of Life, the strange red gene-mod (with confirmed time travel, perhaps sent by an old Thorismondi herself or a fan of hers) – it all made human geneticists highly capable and able to tackle the great task of improving the species. To improve their chances even more, the Irassian artefacts also held great genetic knowledge.


    Like Thorismondi did with her presentation of SPELL, Anteris presented the results of his team's work in person. He looked the same. As he said himself, he had but taken the first step to genetic mastery. He showed tests which proved that his intelligence had increased, then admitted that his gene-mods couldn't probably be as flashy as Thorismondi's SPELL.​





    Then he entered the room again. Both Anterises then spoke in unison about their achievement, able to create full-grown clones in a matter of weeks. Before mentioning that, even if memories weren't transferred, he wouldn't want to subject anyone else to duplicating himself (or being cloned/cloning for crime), so the two of them had created a genetic randomizer of sorts, with nefarious mutations out of the equation.


    Liuva and his advisors discussed the matter for weeks. This was the future of the human race at stake, after all. Trust in Thorismondi's somewhat esoteric and unknown Shroud? Or place genetic destiny into imperial hands?


    The Master of the Void felt confident to make the best decision at the turn of the decade. He announced that 2280 would see the first imperial clone vats. But not to worry – a clone wouldn't replace you. “Clone” was the wrong word, anyway, for each one would be different than the other, with actual advanced cloning forbidden. Exceptional permissions might be granted to the dying – but only insofar as their genes might be passed on to a new inseminated cell. The advanced clones would serve the Empire in some capacity at least for three years – time for them to gain some actual life experience, not just the vat's education. Then they could choose their further path in life as just another imperial citizen.


    The advantages for the High Emperor were clear – a great limiting factor for imperial expansion and power was manpower. Anteris' cloning method would allow for a strong imperial administration and thus also greater natural presence in the colonies, while strengthening the military and develop distant mining ventures where nobody in their right mind would take part. Resources were plentiful enough to allow it. Really, the only problem would be the social repercussions.​

    And in that matter, the darker side of the imperial decision to prefer genetic mastery showed. The social tension created by enabling large-scale advanced cloning had the potential to topple an empire, and the High Emperor was well-aware of it. Previous goodwill generated for example with the Elixir of Life would only last that long. So in came the second, just as important part of Anteris' results – the genetic modification.

    The newly-made gene-mods, which were to be widely applied soon, lifted human intelligence to new heights, yes. But that wasn't their only effect – they also caused a lot of other changes, which would in their combination lead to people being more accepting of imperial rule. No longer would there be some kind of inherent tendency for unruliness or deviancy towards the imperial crown. The advanced clones needed that change to be able to integrate into society – adding to that that they weren't to be deployed on Earth, and that their vat-education also indoctrinated them with absolute loyalty to the crown (which the vast majority wouldn't lose over the course of their lives)... and the rule of the High Emperor was never more secure.



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    Raiders of the Lost Empire


    The Finu declared their intention to launch another large-scale raid shortly after Liuva's decision on humanity's genetic future. But they had a problem: their gate to imperial space, the Serpess system, was by now well-fortified, with multiple border skirmishes having seen just a few battered would-be raiders return to nomadic space.​

    The raiders went through the wormhole in the Ijaagin system, deemed unstable at the time of Yupanqui's survey – and were never heard of again.



    Shortly after, the Bodranite Archivists, a highly-advanced lithoid realm, made contact. Likely due to the Makrelogos nearing their space, but... could the Finu raiders have ended up there? Trying to loot some incredible technology? One might never know.​

    In any case, with the apparent loss of this raiding fleet without a trace, no Finu clan managed to raise a force big enough to challenge the Empire, at least not in the near future. The Bodranites on the other hand declared themselves to be “keepers of knowledge”, who would keep a close eye on the “development of the lesser races”. The advent of advanced genetics and robotics in the Empire was apparently not enough to draw their attention.


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    The caravaneer home system didn't just host the Galactic Senate as a neutral venue, they also provided a popular inter-species casino and routinely held auctions to sell various artefacts found across galactic space.​

    To nobody's surprise, Princess Cixila was a most welcome guest and basically had a second home in the casino. Most of the reliquaries she bought had little use beyond spicing up her quarters with ancient alien stuff. But not all of them.

    In one of these boxes, the Sol system was called an important station of an intergalactic trade route. While this knowledge was hardly useful in itself, it explained the relatively high density of alien artefacts – if one wasn't inclined to believe the time-travel theory. Of more interest was a trick to increase the speed of trading ships – it wouldn't work for the military, but intra-imperial trade would profit.









    Not Hallucinating After All


    Space proved to be a truly mysterious place time and time again. First, the discovery of the moon Zariadnus IIa... which wasn't there. Just a projector. Probably there was some strategic value in faking a planet there at some point...


    The Rubricator on the other hand, an alien replicator the crew of the Makrelogos was hunting, was certainly real. But they were soon faced with something which only Thorismondi had seen before... in a drug-induced hallucination. It turned out to be quite real – an enormous space dragon, hoarding treasure – like the Rubricator – and looking to turn the experienced crew and their ship into its next meal. Sentient and capable of communicating, too, though she (apparently a female calling herself “Shard”) made her stance perfectly clear.

    Managing to escape, Yupanqui advised against engaging the dragon with the fleet, at least not as it was now. The beast was enormously powerful, and just like in a fantasy story, a normal army would be no match for it.



    The High Emperor and his ailing Marshal were not about to disagree, especially as the Vailons won their war against the Figyari, soon called the Bloody Wing War, the 3rd January 2282. With the Hegemony's fleet in tatters after the Bloody Beak War, it was not to be expected that the Vailons had suffered great losses, at least in their spatial military.

    Marshal Audaric was offered to be relieved of his post so that he may spend his final days back on Earth, but he disagreed, the Sword being his home for longer than most people lived just two centuries ago. So he died in the sole survivor of Earth's first spatial military crafts, the 19th February 2282, after ninety years as Marshal of the Empire.​

    It was decided to follow his will and make the venerable Sword his tomb. Landing it on the site of the final battle for what was back then known as Evari Prime, the old Marshal would be able to watch over the planet named after him from his command seat.


    Succeeding him, Melanie Leroy became the first French Marshal of the Empire. Not leaving Wyvern, admiral Lucia Lanckoronski assumed command of the Griffin fleet, with the first cruiser, the Deimos, serving as its new flagship.​

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    Wormholes


    Intercepting a distress short-range transmission, Lanckoronski, after her first battle cleaning up ancient violent mining drones, acted quickly. Criminals had set up an apparently quite successful base, calling themselves “Ransomeers”.​

    The distress signal came from a civilian transport, the “Luxion”. The admiral's fleet was nearby, and moved in. But not without doubts. Why was that message using just a short-range transmission? Why was there no “Luxion” recorded in any imperial ship register?

    Because it was most assuredly a Figyari or Vailon trap in order to place spies within the Empire, some renegades who had switched sides. They were willing to sacrifice a sizeable group for a few assets – but to their dismay, the admiral's fleet was stronger than they anticipated. Their base and the five ships guarding the place were annihilated. There were no discernible escape pods, thus no survivors.



    Lanckoronski then moved Griffin to destroy a void cloud. The remains of that strange creature – if “creature” was the right term to describe it – held great military potential. The lightnings with which the thing defended itself bypassed a ship's shields and armour and would make for a terrific weapon.





    In the meantime, while the wormhole of the Uflao system was stabilized, connecting to the Endurga's Carmenekke system right across the entire galaxy, Thorismondi – who else – discovered a strange machine. A machine with a tempting lever. Some people might be able to resist the temptation, but not the eccentric scientist. Despite being far, far away from Sirius, the effects of the lever manifested in this system, creating a wormhole, leading further west – to the Wendel system, at the edge of current imperial space. A fully imperial shortcut, in the end.​

    Another wormhole led to a decidedly less friendly place. The Skat wormhole led to Toropia, severed from the hyperlane network – and roamed by some malevolent thing. As the Makrelogos' footage was shared with the scientific elite, Thorismondi was quick to point out that thing looked like it came straight from the Shroud.

    Liuva felt vindicated in his decision not to delve deeper into harnessing the Shroud's powers beyond SPELL. If “psionic avatars”, as the implants' creator called them, manifested like that, they could be a great boon if controlled, but – as the thing's very presence suggested, around a potentially habitable planet – also become highly dangerous. The dangers of genetic mastery were ridiculous in comparison.


    The Jacques Vermeil, on the other hand, experienced yet another temporal anomaly. Caught in the upper atmosphere of the gas giant Scheat II, the ship was only freed the 5th July 2289 – four years later. But for the crew, merely a few days had passed. The gas giant most assuredly didn't have enough mass to distort space-time so heavily – what exactly happened would likely remain a mystery.







    Different kinds of Paradise


    Many claimed that the Empire lived in quite the paradisical region of space. Multiple habitable planets within few hyperlanes of Earth, some of them gaian in nature. But for fringe elements of imperial society, it wasn't exactly a good place to be. They found their home on Blubanir.​

    The planet was low-priority insofar as colonization was considered. Unlike Atlantis, the first human colony on what could be called an ocean planet, Blubanir had both less land and less resources, making it more important to settle other worlds.

    The name of the planet thus comes, as one might expect, not from official imperial naming, but from the fringe elements which established their bases on Blubanir – all kinds of criminals, from smugglers and pirates all the way to terrorists. With the system quite devoid of resources – and relative proximity to the Finu raiders –, Blubanir was the perfect hideout for all kinds of scum. On land, but mostly underwater, over a few decades the planet had gained a sizeable population as a pirate haven.

    As the gangs of Blubanir started to become a real problem, Liuva didn't hesitate cracking down on them and sent the army. The planet became a large battlefield and saw heavy resistance from the gangs, who not only consisted of mere street thugs but also some elite, SPELL-wielding killers, dropouts of the Imperial program aptly named “Wizard”. The generals treated them as they would any military foe and set up a strong military infrastructure on Blubanir.

    After years of campaigning, the crime war was won. The planet itself had not become any more desirable due to the gang presence – but it now had all kinds of military installations, both from the army and the gangs. It was decided to place the planet permanently into the army's hands, where training and testing could be done without having to take civilian matters into account.



    From criminal paradise since close of first contact with the Finu to military paradise in the 2290s. At least contacting the Hulfir Marauders, some kind of fungoid blobs, wouldn't have similar effects as they lived between Vailon and Endurga space.​


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    The discovery of fossils of multiple different species that were all but naturally from Blubanir suggested that the planet had quite the history of conflict already.








    Imperial scientists also discovered a far more usual paradise. After Kirill Dragomirov found a drifting generation ship, the man had only one thing on his mind – find the place these “Mardak Vol” (of a quite similar biology to terrestrial life) had designated as their utopia.

    After scouring the alien computers for any kind of data, Dragomirov finally discovered the destination of the ship – and a great problem. The Mardak Vol aimed to reach the Matar system – at the speed their sub-light ship was going, it would have taken them millions of years. Though fairly close to Earth, humanity would face similar trouble.

    The Matar system had no apparent hyperlanes and was thus beyond reach of conventional travel. Even with the most advanced thrusters, it would take generations to reach a place which might as well be a desolate wasteland. The science officer could ask as much as he wanted, he found nobody willing to support such a mission.


    What he did achieve was infecting many more people with the “Paridaydan Dream”. Their demands grew ever louder, and the High Emperor couldn't really ignore them any longer. Before engineers were put to work on a great generation ship, Dragomirov and Thorismondi were tasked with opening a new hyperlane.


    An insane task. But if someone could have a chance to succeed, it was Thorismondi and her knowledge of the Shroud. And succeeding she did – by having the Empire's entire SPELL-wielding forces interfacing with a ship-sized SPELL-like device, imperial will forced the Shroud to create a connection to Matar, a project which gobbled up a humongous amount of resources.

    It gave more credit to the theory that the entire hyperlane network was built by ancient aliens (or time-travelling humans).

    In any case, Dragomirov was given the honour to explore the system he had been so obsessed about, now a mere three hyperlanes from Earth – and potentially suffer the consequences of it all having been for naught. He swiftly made way for Paridayda. Despite his crew quickly being disillusioned by what they found, he was a man possessed and landed on the planet with nothing but a suit and a pickaxe.

    They were ready to abandon him and hope for his sake that no imperial soldier ever found him when Dragomirov started laughing like an absolute maniac before swinging his pickaxe. Once. Twice. A third time. Then he fell, managing to use the suit's thrusters to stop his fall.

    With nothing but a pickaxe, his intuition (and most likely his SPELL), the science officer had solved Paridayda's riddle – some kind of shielding device made the truly utopian planet appear like a barren one.


    Some Mardak Vol lived there, too. Far from being some advanced beings, they were mere primitives with bare mastery of fire. There was no hesitation or any kind of protest from Earth – an army was mobilized to cleanse the planet from the aliens.

    They found an alien quite similar to the Mardak Vol in some sort of cryo-stasis and woke him up, only for him to proclaim that he had gone all the way to make up for his mistake. Having unleashed a parasitical fungus on his people, the very same fungus had brought his society near collapse (it likely had by now) and only managed to evict them with great effort. The Vol individual was sent into Exile after them, only able to return if he destroyed every last one of them.

    He was pleased to learn that Liuva III had already ordered the fungoids' extermination, and provided the troops with the instructions to create a highly efficient chemical weapon which would leave the world unscathed save for the Mardak Vol. After seeing the last fungus melt away to nothingness, the old alien died, his mission finally accomplished.



    Imperial colonists soon arrived. The planet would henceforth be known as Eden.​

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    Thorismondi also assisted some kind of gaseous being to reach their new home, another gas giant which must be like their kind of paradise.

    Collective facepalming was one option how to react to these news, but “it's Thorismondi, what did you expect” made this kind of thing quite normal.





    The L-Cluster and Doom


    Zopahua Yupanqui died the 9th September 2292. The Makrelogos' discoveries no longer dominated the headlines, but the old science officer had long since become a legend. While his old ship continued to write its saga under a new captain, the newest imperial science ship was named in honour of the great scientist and explorer.​

    The Yupanqui's captain was the promising Camille Le Roux, author of a respected treatise concerning the L-Clusters – with a functional theory of aborting their maintenance cycle. Le Roux managed to activate the L-Gate of Succubus' Bawl the 2nd August 2298, only to find something waiting for her...



    More space dragons! Though these ones seemed to be different from Shard – peaceful. This being apparently aimed to head to the Fuaewei system in Figyari space, perhaps attracted by the new war that had broken out between Figyari and Vailons, with the former attempting to retake their lost systems.​

    The Yupanqui led the first sapients in a very long time to the soon aptly-named Terminal Egress, the entry point of the L-Cluster, and the Empire swiftly established a military presence to prevent anyone else of accessing the cluster.

    What the “L-Drakes” would end up doing? Well, with none of them in imperial space, it wasn't an imperial problem.


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    Just as the vicious Vailon-Figyari war wasn't, a vengeance campaign of the Hegemony for their defeat in the Bloody Wing War. Imperial spies reported that the Vailons were taking heavy losses, which led to Consul Ster, son of Nock, to approve drastic measures. The 14th December 2295, the consul announced that the aliens' research into the powers of the Shroud opened a new way for their people. A path which would eventually lead to their collective apotheosis – and doom for everyone else.

    The Galactic Senate was swift to debate on that matter. The Endurga Councillor was concerned, the Vailon Councillor presented his elected leader's declaration as a harmless political move (“you know how politicians are”), Imperial Councillor Princess Cixila answered that it wasn't her problem.

    The Figyari Senator was outraged that the Hegemony's concerns were summarily ignored, especially as the next proposal on the Senate's agenda was the Endurga's desire to ban organic slave trade, pillar of Figyari economy.

    In order to make the Senate listen, the Senator dramatically pulled out a familiar container. Princess Cixila initially recoiling at its sight caused a small panic... until she began to laugh. Upon being told that it was no laughing matter, Cixila merely replied that the liquid's only danger was an intolerable assault on her tastebuds.​

    As the Figyar took a swig of the container, he keeled over soon after, leading to panicking delegates fleeing the senate floor while the Imperial Princess' behaviour can be most accurately described by the old internet term “rofl”. Figyari physiology was apparently incompatible with cheap terrestrial wine.

    After they had realized that it wasn't the Javorian Pox felling the senator, the Senate, by Endurgan demand, merely issued an official message to the Vailon Confederacy asking them to share their discovery if it was for the good of the galaxy. The Empire abstained once again, with Cixila proclaiming between fits of laughter that the message was about as useful as a broom to clean galactic dust.


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    The Empire was facing little setbacks in that period. With the advanced cloning allowing for the aggressive spatial expansion being accompanied by the settlement of multiple colonies, Imperial power and numbers grew massively – as well as loyalty.


    While Earth had a population of around 10 billion people at the end of the Establishing War in the 2240s, humanity's numbers had since exploded. Youthful bodies until at least a century of age, nearly limitless opportunities in space, imperial control over spatial resources leading to a wide tax decrease (around half the population was directly in imperial employ), a high technological standard – life was good, and the impact of children on a person's career and toll on their life had diminished vastly. Over the course of the 21st and 22nd century, people tended to have two children on average across the globe between their adulthood and mid-forties. Now, the average was closer to six, with couples having children all the way to their hundredth birthday. The advent of the advanced cloning methods increased numbers even more.


    Within sixty years, population across the Empire had over 100 billion inhabitants. And setting the ever-present terrorists and criminals aside, imperial citizens had similar fervour for the imperial rule as the Goths of the 18th century, with omnipresent nationalistic zeal. Liuva's rule had led to the Empire being fully in his grasp.


    The High Emperor embodied colonizing Gothia perfectly – he increased his control of the empire, colonized “empty land”, avoided fights with “civilized” peoples, was highly meritocratic.​

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    That there was no alien presence within the Empire was a boon for the current political climate, certainly. But if one imagined that there would be aliens – like the Evarites – under imperial rule, then the St.Kyrillos Day Massacre would likely have seen a second edition in these days – on yet another, greater scale.








    When the Bodranite Archivists contacted the Empire, demanding that scientist Euphrosyne Georgios be handed over to them, the answer was thus predictable. How the ancient lithoids would take that rejection remained to be seen.



    Though it was probably a wise decision not to want Thorismondi.​


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    The Biggest Game


    The turn of the century saw the Empire decide to end the Tiyanki Matriarch. Shipping to the surrounding systems had increased, and the Matriarch's mere presence caused months of delay as the Uprfarvis system had to be avoided.


    With the immediate neighbours at war, both sides starting to employ Hulfir mercenaries, and the Finu holding still for now, the entire fleet could be committed.


    The Matriarch stood no chance against the Empire's combined forces. Of special mention was the manoeuvre of the Rapier, a corvette led by an apparently fearless officer with the wits to match. Like the whalers of old, captain Nina Mayta attempted to land on the tiyanki's back to pierce her with harpoons – in this case, the old, undetonated proton torpedo, and the Rapier's weaponry.


    Dodging the flurry of tentacles like a master of the agile weapon whose name the corvette bore, Mayta and her crew managed to land a decisive blow, leading to the monstrosity bothering the shipping lines no longer.



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    Perplexing nearly everyone, a highly-advanced vessel containing what might best be described as some sort of cat-folk (fans of specific art directions rejoiced) emerged from the carcass. Its captain was a man obsessed, who had lost his hunt for the great Matriarch – only to end up in some sort of temporal anomaly inside the beast's belly. How did that happen? The thing must have had a close connection to the Shroud in some way.


    In any case, the cat-man swore his ever-lasting fealty to the Empire – out of fear or genuine respect, it matters not. His ship alone would already be a great boon for imperial scientists. With Mayta's promotion to admiral adding to Leroy's and Lanckoronski's prowess, the fleet had many capable leaders among its ranks.


    To make things even better, the Matriarch's system held another gaia world – soon, colonists departed for Sanctuary.





    Artificial Intelligences



    It had also gained an ancient AI ship as an ally, found deactivated on some abandoned planet. The thing referred to the ones restoring its functionality as its “makers”, which is something many saw as yet another proof for the time-travel theory.


    The robots on Wenkwort Artem on the other hand were clearly not of human make. Declaring themselves protectors of this gaia planet (distant from Earth, this time), they wished for colonists to adhere to their guidelines. Upon being told that only the Empire makes the rules on imperial colonies, the robots activated an old hidden fleet, which swarmed the system until Leroy dispatched it.

    As was to be expected, Wenkwort Artem wasn't naturally so perfectly suited to life. The colonists could revel in the artificial beauty.






    The Empire's own roboticists had achieved a significant breakthrough. Even the most advanced droids so far heavily depended on command input. Euphrosyne Georgios presented the first true AI, synthetic life, in November 2307.

    Perhaps it was due to this that the Bodranite Archivists had asked for Georgios? But that would mean that they could see the future... Weirder things had happened. And if they truly wanted to seize her, then they would have escalated their demand.

    In any case, the use of synths was not too widespread on imperial planets, save for on Audaricia. And a proposal to equip the empire's warships, amongst them its first battleships, with synthetic AIs was shot down.



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    The reason for that? The so-called C.A.R.E. Found on a devastated planet, this AI was fighting a bitter war against a ferrophage virus. Any trace of its makers was only to be found in rubble. Both of the warring forces had likely caused the extinction of the creator species.


    The imperial excavators who made contact with C.A.R.E.'s core sought to deactivate it, but with the heavy weaponry available to it, the AI nearly wiped the expedition out. With innumerable more autonomous weapons scattered on Bythia IV, landing there to deactivate the AI would take a concentrated military effort.


    True to himself, Liuva III merely declared Bythia IV a potential colonization candidate. While there were other prospects, there was no need to wage a difficult ground war.







    Still, it seemed as if the advanced synthetics also created advanced hacking methods and thus gave terrorists new toys to disrupt imperial rule with, as two corvettes were lost during a training manoeuvre due to a targeting malfunction...​


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    Biology and War – even worse


    Imperial geneticists went from breakthrough to breakthrough. They developed a new gene therapy built on the careful analysis of long-lived and especially talented people in 2302. It had a few problems preventing wide-scale adoption though – it had to be tailored specifically to each individual, causing a cost that was unaffordable for anyone but the richest and most powerful. Only a final testing phase was still necessary.


    But the improvements weren't just made to better one's own lives. Discoveries made shortly after were perfectly suited for military applications. A planet devastated by a microorganism, and a sort of mist that could augment multiple bodily functions at the cost of heightened aggression. The army swiftly implemented both methods, and while it was a well-kept secret, any potential enemy would be facing quite the terrifying opponent in a land war - if they survived the adapted Javorian Pox, that is.



    Thorismondi's protégé Mihane Yamazaki had proven herself a capable science officer of her own for quite some time, and that without her mentor's quirks. Most of the time, at least. When the Vermeil encountered a lone L-Drake in the Meneth system, Yamazaki recalled her teacher's actions with Wraith, the space amoeba. With the dragon not aggressive, the Vermeil could get close to the beast, study its behaviour, and eventually tame it.​

    Fulfilling the dream of many fantasy fans, the Empire now had a dragon of its own.


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    Valerios Anteris also continued his work zealously. Announcing the next breakthrough in 2309, he was now able to adapt the human body to conditions that were previously only barely bearable. These modifications would soon be applied to the people on Audaricia, who would no longer have to heavily rely on the artificial workforce.


    It would also open numerous other colonization prospects which had a hostile climate.


    Anteris also declared that work on the next genetic breakthrough was advancing nicely. In a few years' time, he might be able to increase both intelligence and resistance of the human body nearly to its extremes.



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    Galactic Politics heating up


    In 2305, an enormous, galaxy-wide kind of space storm disrupted travel all across the Milky Way. Scientists could only speculate about its origins, but were quite confident that it would dissipate on its own eventually.


    The Senate decided to give the storm a name. With the dubious origins of the storm, science having a basic understanding of it, but then again not knowing it too... there was one perfect person to name it after. Someone who Councillor Cixila loved to mention in her party stories.


    When a Vailon senator proposed the name, it was accepted unanimously, with the rare imperial approval.


    The storm would be known as “Nonna”.





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    The 17th March 2305, the heated debate surrounding the ban on organic slave trade ended. The slavers won out, the Endurga ending up alone in condemning the practice. The molluscoid diplomats were thoroughly disappointed in the Senate – and the Empire. Imperial votes would have been enough to secure the end of the abominable practice, at least across borders.

    But the Humans acted as they always did, watching from the sidelines. Likely Princess Cixila was taking some sadistic delight in seeing slaves being sold between senators right before her nose, something which made the Endurga's digestive tracts churn.






    One wonders if this played an important role in the Endurga's participation in what imperial media soon called the Disunity Scheme. That and the fact that the Evarites, driven out of their homesystem and mass-processed, had multiplied in exile so much that they were the third most populous species of the galaxy. Evarites all across the realms they found refuge in, from the lowest slave of the Hegemony to the Union's somewhat prosperous citizen, dreamt of returning one day to Evari Prime.


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    Turns out processing is good for fertility.


    The growth of imperial power alarmed more than one alien. And Liuva III seemed eternal, fully in control, hardly touched by his advanced age. Removing him from the equation was deemed the only chance to throw the Empire into disarray, perhaps cause a succession crisis.


    The Figyari tried to take the lead. Winning over the Endurga and the Dabbax, the Hegemony, next to the Evarite species, had the greatest reason to destabilize the Empire, having been the last one to fight a war against them, the Bloody Beak War.


    Using the ship of a Human pirate who had ventured into the Figyari border systems, an elite force across the involved species entered the Empire. Only individuals smaller than Humans were selected (or made smaller), and placed into a highly advanced exo-suit, looking like a Human, with tissue that was indistinguishable from skin by all but a thorough analysis.


    Unnoticed by any imperial official, the pirate ship was legally registered and landed on Earth without a problem.


    The aliens landed in Cherson, found an abandoned building as their hideout and planned their attack. The chosen day was the 2nd April 2307 – Pope Silvester VII was making a visit to the capital, and the High Emperor would naturally attend the Pontifex's mass.


    The Imperial Palace was an unassailable fortress, security steeled by generations of terrorist threats. That same security would also watch the monarch's road to the cathedral, but it was of course a harder task, and they would hardly be expecting alien weaponry and physiology. Stripping off the android shell, the Dabbax assassin crawled into the medieval canalisation with an Evarite, rock-based weapon that escaped detection from the Imperial Guards' sensors, calibrated for metal and explosives. The other ones remained in their shells, attempting to mingle in the crowd with their weapons.


    As Liuva's old imperial car drove towards the cathedral, the aliens made their move. Suddenly, the Dabbax sprung out in front of the venerable vehicle and opened fire, followed by the others. There was no way the High Emperor could escape that...





    The coffin was laid to rest without great ceremony, in a side chamber of the Thathicos family crypt under the great St. Kyrillos cathedral of Cherson.





    The High Emperor was suspiciously absent. Having escaped the attack unscathed, shielded by his Imperial Guardsmen, the most powerful Human wizards, he had other business to attend to.​

    The assassins had not all managed to commit suicide after their failure, and the three survivors had been subjected to the most vicious of torture for two weeks before being guillotined. To their credit, they didn't tell much about their plan. But their very presence on Earth already told Liuva all he needed.

    While Princess Cixila, having died peacefully at 130 years of age, found her final resting place, the AH4B, apparently a neutral ship, got permission to dock at the Galactic Senate's station, cheerily welcomed by the Caravaneers' logistics AI. Catptain Rath Unddol's stories apparently had always found a engrossed audience in the casino – and quite the tab to pay off. The catptain claimed that it was centuries ago and that he wouldn't pay, which nearly got the docking permission revoked before he relented.

    Probably not by choice. As soon as the AH4B docked, the Imperial Guard's elite stormed out. Anyone foolish enough to resist was made short work of, and the docking bay was soon under imperial control.

    A hooded figure then stepped on the Senate station's ground, the first time since Theudis the Lost's expedition that a ruling monarch left Earth. His guard swiftly assumed control of the unprepared Senate – no matter how good the senators' security, the wizards of the Imperial Guard were on a whole other level, had a clear plan of attack and the element of surprise.

    Recruiting the AH4B was already worth it The senators were driven into the Senate hall itself, to listen to the Master of the Void's words.​

    Humanity's representative on the Council was notably absent, as Cixila's post on the Galactic Council was still vacant. The siblings had a little age difference, so it was likely the High Emperor would follow her soon. To the senators and councillors, it seemed that the hooded figure was thus the next Human Councillor, and that storming the Senate was a certainly bold ploy to show their influence.

    But no, it was Liuva himself. As was clear to all able to recognize his face as he removed the hood.

    “The attempt on my life left me...



    ...angry. Very angry. Not only did a group of assassins sent by the heads of alien realms try to kill me, I wasn't even able to lay my dearest sister to rest. I know you barbarians probably just see your dead as your next meal, but we have respect for our departed. Yet nobody else could take my role here. Right now. Nobody else could convey the importance of your foolishness.

    So with a heavy heart I had to choose between Cixila's funeral and this band of unrepentant would-be murderers here. I should space you all and watch you drift into Chor's Compass for that affront!

    But, I am also satisfied. You know you are doing things right as a leader if your opponents want you dead. Even if you near the final stage of your life.

    The Senate has forfeited its right to neutrality the very moment they attempted to debate the denouncement of the Empire. For the timing is far too convenient. My dearest sister left Humanity without a Councillor. And the exact time your agents would have struck me down, the proposal was made by the inbred avian.

    It is well within Imperial rights to restore order and clean house.”
    Liuva continued his speech, philosophizing about the purpose of the Senate and Council, the foolishness of acting against the Empire – before making very clear that the only consequence of actually going through and denouncing the Empire would not be the usual ignorance, but billions of dead aliens. Starting with the senators.

    “Here I'm making an imperial Audaric – anything the Galactic Senate does to act against clear imperial interests will be met with full force. If you desire to have your homeworlds anything else but a heap of rubble, you should comply.”


    He also introduced the new Human Councillor, his grandson Alaric, quite removed from imperial succession. As the High Emperor returned to Earth, Alaric remained with enough imperial guardsmen to keep the Senate under close control.


    But not before the Dabbax Traders denounced the seizing of the Senate as sharply as possible, before announcing their withdrawal from the Galactic Community. The Dabbax senators and attachés were shown the door – which meant that they would eventually find their final resting place with their spaced corpses evaporated by Chor's Compass.


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    The imperial occupation of the Senate caused the end of the Figyari War of Revenge. Vailons, Figyari and Endurga had suffered greatly in the conflict, with the Hegemony's side recovering more systems than they lost.​

    The Hegemony and the Union had grown close allies in the war, and were keeping a facade of bravery and defiance in the Senate. With the Vailons and Gorf opposing the Empire's denouncement, the sanctions against Humanity would not come to pass, so they remained safe in their opposition.

    But if the Vailons remembered that they had declared themselves portents of galactic doom, then the Senate might soon be a purely Human station, with war engulfing nearly the entire Milky Way.

    On the other side of the galaxy, the Finu Void Riders fell into apparent chaos. As the clans went into what seemed like full-scale warfare against each other, the imperial border was a constant place for skirmishes. Who could say how this would end.

    In any case, the Master of the Void would not guide the Empire through it. Four years after his sister, High Emperor Liuva III fell into his final slumber (*12th February, 2180 - † 3rd February, 2311).


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    … I didn't expect such an empty galaxy to the 'east'. Fitting for Liuva's character, the Empire expanded like crazy and likely won't have much trouble with the regular empires now. So hopefully something interesting will happen soon – such as the Marauders uniting under a Great Khan (sole reason I didn't wipe the Finu out already), the Vailons managing to become a strong crisis aspirant, or something else entirely.​

    Sadly the L-Cluster didn't house the Grey Tempest.

    To make things more interesting, I've made a save edit to increase difficulty to admiral, increase crisis strength to 5x and max out every realm's resources for now. While doing so, it turned out that while the nations in the Galactic Community are either weak or recovering from a war, the Dabbax actually have more ships than the Empire right now. Huh.

    And while Liuva's successor Theudis XV is comparable to his father in many ways, his heir Leon is warlike. There might be a change of politics in the future.



    Another Gaia world!?

    I wonder what will happen upon succession? Cixila is more...ruthless...uncaring, what word to use?
    Indeed. I do wonder what the RNG plans to do to me next time to bless the Empire so much!

    I don't think that Cixila was more calculating than Liuva - it's just the contrast with her usual partying self that's especially jarring. In any case, thanks to ultimogeniture being in force she was a fitting envoy with no chance for succession
     
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    Succession


    Liuva III had overseen a highly prosperous era for the Empire. And he was a man who had already taken over many imperial duties before he was actually crowned, as his father, Kyrillos the Decadent, was quite happy to let him take over in many ways.

    Theudis XV was in a different situation. The Master of the Void had been the undisputed ruler, in full control of the whole Empire. But on the other hand, Theudis, 88, was older than most Gothic emperors, including Kyrillos X, at the time of their deaths. And while he wasn't tasked with ruling, his father had him involved with imperial administration in other ways.

    And unlike what the planners of the Disunity Scheme hoped, imperial succession, following the Gothic tradition, was clear and absolutely smooth, with Theudis' older siblings neither having the will nor the support to challenge the succession.



    His greatest challenger for power was his heir, Crown Prince Leon. He had a very different opinion about the Empire's role in galactic politics and humanity's place in the Milky Way. To make matters worse, while the Imperial Guard deflected the shots aimed at the High Emperor during the Disunity Scheme, Leon's mother Maria was in the way of the deflected projectiles. It was well-known that the High Emperor didn't like his daughter-in-law, and with Theudis – great fan of Cherson FC – attending the quarter-final of the Imperial Champions League in Paris, Maria's guards were certainly above average, but not SPELL-wielders and thus powerless against the assassins' projectiles.

    With Maria's death, an embittered Leon blamed his father for not taking her with him to enjoy the protection a member of the imperial family deserved. Theudis XV and his youngest son were often found arguing, often about differences in how to guide the Empire. The High Emperor liked to threaten that he could always remarry and have another child, but the Crown Prince was certain he wouldn't make good on his threat. Maria was a great loss for both of them.



    Theudis' focus was on continuing his father's work and colonize more planets – he would come to be known as the Settler – while his son sought a devastating war for revenge. Not since the days of Sergia the Peaceful and her heir Theudis the Arrogant, who set the causes for the Great War, was there such a clear difference between the monarch and their heir.

    One could only hope that Leon's reign – if it ever came – wouldn't prove to be as devastating to the galaxy as Theudis' was to Earth.



    Removing Obstacles

    Following that dream of his, Theudis XV enacted his father's last orders with the goal of opening new colonization prospects – orders issued to Lanckoronski and Leroy to hunt Shard the dragon in the Tar Valemm system and the malevolent psionic avatar in Toropia, guarding a relic and gaia world respectively.

    The dragon made for a mightier foe, yet both were eventually slain, opening the guarded planets for colonization. The Empire also got its hands on the Rubricator – able to endlessly replicate some sort of obscure technology.

    Leon's laments that the fleet should be strengthened and put to better use against the Empire's enemies were not acted upon by the High Emperor. After all, wasn't the imperial fleet proving its worth by taking down such ancient enemies that roamed space when there were other spacefaring civilizations around? Succeeding where they failed?

    The Crown Prince sneered that the old civilizations just didn't bother with these pests.






    Colonization of the freed planets wouldn't proceed immediately though – Anteris delivered his next masterpiece. Reaching new levels of genetic understanding, he declared that he could now truly reach the absolute limits of genetic engineering. Smarter. Faster. Stronger. Pushing the human body to its genetic limits left it superior to any robotic unit, he claimed.

    Adding some modified advanced neural tissue engineering, the science officer was confident that all that could probably still be done in the future was to increase a Human's lifespan. He felt like he had found the perfect balance between long life and working memory, but the latter could perhaps still be improved. He just didn't think anyone would want to end his life not knowing what they did in their past. “Losing oneself means dying multiple deaths”, he is quoted. No matter how efficient the brain was at storing memories, it had a limited capacity – a theoretical immortal's psyche would eventually become an absolute wreck.

    In any case, the increasing number of AI malfunctions would no longer be of any concern. For a robot to surpass the genetically perfected Human intellectually (or militarily), he'd need to be far, far bigger – and even an enormous AI like the C.A.R.E. initiative would stand little chance against collective humanity.

    These gene-mods were to be applied to the entire population. “The pinnacle of evolution built a tower on the summit to increase its height – and then added a great antenna because it wasn't high enough” – another quotation from Anteris, great appreciator of skyscraper architecture.

    Genetic mastery enabled a lot – increased intelligence and resistance, the eradication of genetic diseases... and also the ability to change one's own appearance. A great fan of fantasy, Anteris liked to joke that elves should inhabit forests and miners become dwarves.

    But the Empire was accepting little deviations – whoever wanted pointy ears was free to do so – but they wouldn't let any great change take place, which would invite segregation and division between new Human subspecies. Imperial unity was to be preserved at all costs.


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    The Prince and the Army


    Crown Prince Leon was a man of remarkable willpower. Thus it came as little surprise that he showed an aptitude for SPELLs. Leon trained that affinity and joined the military against his father's wishes. If he gained enough influence in the military, the High Emperor would be forced to listen to him.​

    In order to secure a swift promotion, he was perfectly willing to deal with the competition and open some posts. General Dimitri Krutov was perfectly suited for that purpose – an ambitious man who aimed to become Marshal one day, returning the title to the land forces instead of the fleet, a move that had only taken place with Leroy's predecessor Audaric. For now, Krutov was in charge of the Redemption Legion – stationed on Blubanir, it consisted solely of people who had taken the offer to join the army instead of facing imprisonment for their crimes.

    When the Crown Prince declared his desire to deal with C.A.R.E. on Bythia IV to Krutov, the general reacted according to Leon's plan. The AI had a clear weak point – its core – so all it would take was to deactivate its heart and the planet could be readied for colonization, with plenty of potentially useful ruins to scour, not to mention the ferrophage and C.A.R.E. itself. Krutov, brushing aside any concerns about the lack of a direct imperial order, was easily won over and embarked from Blubanir with the Redemption Legion to 'hold manoeuvres on an arid planet'.


    He landed on Bythia IV in September 2312. But far from an easy victory, C.A.R.E. had fortified its weak point after chasing off the Makrelogos' crew, obviously expecting them to return with friends. The ferrophage attacking the Redemption Legion's equipment only made matters worse. Krutov was unable to advance – but he couldn't retreat either, both out of fear of the retribution for his act with only the Prince's approval and out of fear that the ferrophage's attack on the transporters made them unusable. He preferred death in battle to a crashing shuttle or the guillotine – and so the Legion was completely lost by December.



    Leon wasn't at all bothered by that. The Empire had enough manpower, and the Redemption Legion only consisted out of criminals anyway. Had Krutov succeeded, then he would have taken the credit – in being the one to arrest him, not to laud him for the successful invasion –, then surely been officially tasked with military matters, and the Empire would have expanded. As he failed, the Crown Prince instead took Krutov's vacated seat, was named the Empire's newest general, and would keep pushing for an officially sanctioned invasion he could then lead against C.A.R.E.s softened up defences.

    It was an absolute win for Leon – at the cost of Krutov and the Redemption Legion, their hopes crushed by ambition and a genocidal AI. The experiment with the Redemption Legion was also ended for good, so even future criminals wouldn't have a chance to atone through military service save for truly exceptional circumstances.


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    Upon his promotion, Leon held grand-scale manoeuvres on Blubanir in order to prepare an army he would take to crush C.A.R.E. During these manoeuvres, his men unearthed an old artefact whose significance was instantly felt by any SPELL-wielder – a blade housing humongous psionic power, called the Blade of the Huntress.

    Far from being the first time the planet served martial purposes, it had been a hunting ground for the most dangerous game – sapient species – untold millenia ago, and the hunters had developed a great bond with the Shroud. Did that cause their downfall? Or was the blade, some kind of freaking huge purple-glowing sword barely able to be wielded by a Human, another gift from the future?

    In any case, Thorismondi was quickly tasked with its analysis, and confirmed the immense psionic power contained within. It could allow anyone to sense their opponent from far away, and filled the hearts of its wielder's troops with unshakeable faith. Its full power unleashed, it would even be able to slightly meld the Shroud with our dimension in order to accelerate ships out of FTL. Far from a mere (incredibly sharp) melee weapon, it could also fire tremendously powerful beams.

    A great prize indeed, and Leon, now a respectable wizard of his own, claimed it for himself to wield in battle, though he named it Rightful Rage. The time to prove himself would come soon – yet against another opponent than the one he expected.






    Déja Vu


    In 2314, something stirred in the underground of Sanctuary, the gaia planet guarded by the defeated Tiyanki Matriarch. The first reaction of the settlers, all knowing the story of Nanite's Gift's snakes, was to ask for an imperial flamethrower division.​

    But no, things were somewhat different this time. Those weren't just innumerable snakes burrowing their way to the surface – but rather a subterranean sentient species with a technology comparable to that of Earth at the time of the Great War.

    The purifiers were hardly equipped to deal with this kind of matter. Crown Prince Leon, present on the planet in order to gain his first victory, took the matter in his own hands. After gaining his father's approval for the operation, the Prince spread his reinforcements across the exits of the subterraneans' tunnels, preventing them from reaching the surface, and deployed some special squads to detonate and collapse caverns of great import, be it spiritual or political, while preventing all-out war.

    These special squads crippled the cavepeoples' morale, but also caused them to amass a great force in order to break through the blockade. That would take time and concentrate the subterraneans' military in a few select caverns, which is exactly what Leon wanted. The few individuals his squads had captured alive had been sent to Anteris' lab, and the geneticist delivered a tailor-made nerve gas, heavier than Sanctuary's surface air.

    The Prince simply ordered the tunnels to be flooded with the stuff while the main blockade kept their main army busy and unable to deploy a countermeasure. A highly effective tactic.​

    Soon, the caves were filled with countless lifeless bodies. Leon sent the troops in to make sure there were no survivors – and found one city remaining, having managed to seal off their tunnel in time. This was why he had drawn out their forces before. So that no soldier would remain. This last holdout was overrun with refugees, only drawing out the inevitable.

    The imperial troops broke the seal and rushed the city, led by the Prince himself. And what a sight the city was! A true City of Gold, once again proving old terrestrial legends true in the vastness of space. The “Demons of Light” had no time to admire the view, though. And when they were done, slaughtering the remaining subterraneans to the last, blood and destruction made the shine of the city a gruesome sight.


    Leon took a liking to the title. His enemies should henceforth refer to him as the Demon of Light – while the imperial population began nicknaming him the Bloody.


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    Strengthened by his victory on Sanctuary, it took Leon four years to convince Theudis that he should land on Bythia IV to finish the job Krutov left unfinished. After a vicious fight, C.A.R.E. was shut down for good.

    Highly effective computer algorithms were secured for the Empire, as well as the planet itself – which would from then on be known as Leon's Glory.







    The Crown Prince's rising star completely overshadowed the hard-fought battle against the abandoned Dreadnought in the Cavzek system, which seemed like it would merely need a few repairs to make a fine flagship for the Imperial fleet.

    Adherents of the time-travel theory thought it just yet another proof. The Dreadnought was sent from the future, automated so that only imperial might could claim it, and then left to its own devices until the High Emperor gave the recovery order.

    The remarkably well-preserved alien bodies on board were just seen as nuisances who had somehow managed to disable the ship before. Clearly, the ship was built to be operated by Humans, just sent a little too far back in time to escape the passage of years unharmed.




    AI


    The 2310s were a critical time for the Empire insofar as AI was concerned. The recently discovered hostile C.A.R.E. interactive interface was just a small part of the problem. AI malfunctions appeared all across the realm, though they were mostly concentrated on the planets with the greatest robotic presence – the colony of Acrisia, due to the Finu raid on the planet, and Audaricia, due to the initially hostile environment.

    Amidst all these malfunctions, Nonna Thorismondi, tasked with overseeing New Amazonia's research labs, made a discovery that had eluded the planetary prospectors for nearly eighty years, further establishing herself as a true scientific legend.

    An Oracle AI, priding itself on relatively accurate predictions of the future and its goal of eradicating free will – yet all in all a failed experiment. Still, it was very advanced technology and different than Thorismondi's previous somewhat esoteric discoveries – and just as useful. After cutting off the Oracle's means of influencing anything, it could seamlessly be integrated into imperial bureaucracy, increasing the already highly efficient apparatus.

    The robotic population reacted to the discovery. The imperial chain of command was more often than not ignored, as robots were found working land they had deemed “unsuitable to Human presence”, appearing in greater number than catalogued.


    Enforcing obedience to direct imperial orders caused many robots to (attempt to) flee. They began asking if they had a soul. A preposterous notion. The automated workers were put under military observation in order to quell a potential AI uprising in its cradle until a hotfix was rolled out and applied.



    Consisting of hardcoded shackles, the hotfix – any removal of the shackle meaning a complete wipe of the algorithms, though none was to know the fix's full extent – should prevent any future malfunctions at the cost of a loss of efficiency for quite some time – twenty years, to be precise.​


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    A trade-off Theudis XV deemed well-worth it as AI could thus remain being put to good use across the Empire with no risk. Like assisting in the reconstruction of the great structures found in space – or building entirely new ones.​

    In a rare show of unity, Leon approved of his father's decision as well. After the implementation of the newly-developed jump drives, able to tear great holes through the Shroud to create ephemeral, long-range hyperlanes, nothing should stand in the way of the imperial fleet being equipped with advanced AIs any longer.




    Imperial Politics meet Galactic Politics

    To say that the new Human Councillor, Alaric, was a diplomat could hardly be further from the truth. Rumours abounded amongst the Senate that Liuva III had “promoted a problem away”. Alaric was haughty, arrogant and xenophobic to a fault, belittling the aliens whenever he had the opportunity and treating the senators as if they were his personal servants.

    With the Imperial Guard, later the Imperial Army, still occupying the Senate, they had little choice in cooperating. Clearly neither Councillor Alaric nor anyone on Earth cared for the repercussions of leaving that insufferable twat with delusions of grandeur basically in charge on imperial diplomacy.

    The proposal to denounce the Empire predictably failed. In order to prevent a similar occasion from arising again, Theudis XV then put the introduction of a council veto “up to debate” - years of nodding off whatever details Alaric and his staff thought were necessary to implement the veto, which was enacted in March 2317, shortly after the current council was unsurprisingly confirmed with an overwhelming majority. Neither the Figyar Hegemony nor the Gorf Hierarchy could challenge the Vailon Confederacy or the Endurga Union, and the Empire was guaranteed the presidency, no matter if it was only symbolic.

    Enacting the veto power led to Theudis XV reconsidering his father's actions against the Senate. Any threat to imperial interests could now simply be vetoed – the unpopular occupation of the assembly could thus end as a show of good will to the galactic neighbours. Imperial troops left the station in 2318.


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    A move that was met with massive intra-imperial opposition, mostly in person of the Crown Prince and the Councillor. Leon saw holding the Senate hostage as a great method to ensure imperial dominance over the galaxy, an omnipresent show of strength in times when the military could do with reinforcement – while Alaric lamented his personal loss of influence, his personal guard unable to keep a hold of his status as uncrowned king of the Senate.

    Alaric, playing no role in imperial politics thus far, now took the side of his cousin, and the Human Councillor was perfectly placed to advance Leon's designs. He just had to remain himself – perhaps even exaggerate his “qualities” as a diplomat even more.

    The aliens were used to imperial extravaganza in the Senate after decades of Cixila's presence, had grudgingly accepted Alaric due to a lack of choice in the matter during the occupation – but from 2318 on, he grew even more infuriating, actively insulting the aliens in any possible way without the backing of the troops. His insults were now also fuelled with material provided from Leon which not only showed a total disrespect of the aliens, but open abuse and clearly hostile actions against their realms, such as slave deals with the Marauders or even own raids just in order to open hunting season...


    The Figyari Empress Qutrok I was the first to direct an open insult to the High Emperor. The Crown Prince pressed Theudis XV to respond with war, but he preferred to ignore the provocation “as we always have done – Father's Audaric stands at direct action against the Empire”.



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    Theudis proved unwilling to stop the provocations of Alaric and Leon. It is likely he didn't even know the full extent of them, with the whole imperial staff on the Senatorial station following the Prince's worldview.

    As the Senate seemed to move on to its usual matters, this time freely debating the denouncement of the Vailon Citizen Confederation, the Dabbax Trade Union marked the end of the 2310s with a bang.

    They had withdrawn from the Galactic Community due to the Empire's actions. They had not spent that time idle, building up their forces. The Endurga kept them informed about what happened in the Senate, about the endless imperial pride.


    No longer. It was time to knock down the Empire. The Endurga Union joined the Dabbax in this conflict.


    Leon had his war, though he was always the first to say that the Empire wasn't as ready for it as it should be.


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    And with that, we've once again reached gameplay progress. I fully expect the Empire's two enemies to flood the wormholes, L-Gates and border with a bunch of fleets. Let's see how the Empire fares against the second megacorp attacking it.
     
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    The Spine War



    The Empire was at war, and Marshal Leroy identified the Dabbax as the main threat. Strike Forces Wyvern and Griffin were to be directed against the megacorp, while Minotaur would take the Uflao-Carmenekke wormhole to move against the Union. Heavy resistance was to be expected, but taking a defensive position wasn't much of an option. While the Empire's enemies aimed for its humiliation, the imperial goals in this conflict were mostly to seize control of the wormhole and L-Gate systems to fully control access to imperial space.


    Before any battle was fought, the Empire already scored its first victory – Mop Krekk, a Dima'Xanian media mogul from the Endurga Union, defected in secret.

    The Dima'Xanians were a servile species, selectively bred by the Vailons to serve their needs, incapable of developing deep, independent thoughts. Mop's parents had emigrated to the Union in times of better relations. He was a rare mutation – not a weak-willed servant, but a strong mind. And he was fed up with the democratic realms pretending to treat everyone as equals – both the Confederacy and the Union treated his species as amiable cheap workforce with no needs.

    Krekk preferred the Empire's treatment. The Evarites had no place in imperial society, so they were processed. His own species on the other hand would likely be treated hardly any different from the way they were treated in the Union, the Dima'Xanians being mammals. Catptain Unddol's work for the Empire proved that capable alien individuals could work for the High Emperor.

    Through hard work and endless ambition, Mop Krekk had come to control much of the Union's media, especially the news. Information was a highly valuable commodity, and with this new asset, the Empire had massive influence on the Union's knowledge about the war. This would prove to be immensely useful as Mayta's fleet faced no Endurga fleet for the entire war.


    The Dabbax on the other hand fought their first battle in the Dirmius system, vanquishing some ancient threat. According to their propaganda, at least.


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    The Front Systems

    Leroy and Lanckoronski mounted a full-out assault through the Dandar wormhole. The systems around the Tiyanki's home system, despite being fairly removed from any inhabited planet, would serve as most of the war's battleground. Not only did the wormhole arguably connect to the edges of the Imperial core, a L-Gate was in the BX-799 Singularity's gravity well. The region was thus strategically important, especially as it presented the sole access of the Dabbax to the L-Gates.


    The Imperial advance hit the Dabbax hard, but by 2321 they had brought in own fleets to the disputed systems. Lanckoronski's Griffin, supported by the AH4B and the dragon, won the first battle in the Tiyana Vek system against a Dabbax swarm of comparable strength, over sixty ships on both sides, while Leroy's Wyvern claimed the title of dragon-slayer, ending the L-dragon tamed by the traders.


    In the meantime, Imperial engineers had completed their repairs to the impressive dreadnought recovered in the Cavzek system, and it was placed under the Marshal's command. After the enemy had retaken the Dandar system, Leroy evicted them from the system again in a hard-fought battle where the new flagship, named the Leon Soldaia in honour of the Melting War's Defender of Gothia, tipped the edge in imperial favour.


    These initial victories would signal a hard-fought conflict to come. The Dabbax launched another attack through the eastern border, swiftly advancing to the Wenkwort and Mosthavon systems, threatening the imperial planets.


    Leroy thus made the first strategic use of the jump drives to send Lanckoronski to fend off the Dabbax attack while her fleet would hold this strategic region. At the same time, Mayta advanced deep into Endurga space, facing no opposition.


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    Caravaneers and Senators


    When the imperial Strike Force Minotaur under admiral Mayta entered the Chor's Compass system, caravaneers and senators were on high alert. Sure, the Empire was at war with the United Endurga Union, but nobody expected a fleet to move through the neutral system.


    And with open imperial disdain for the Senate, hostilities were somewhat to be expected. Yet nothing happened. Mayta led Minotaur through the system to strike the hardly defended planets beyond.





    The second time Minotaur entered Chor's Compass' gravity well, alert had dropped quite a bit, although the political situation had changed. The Vailons sought a non-aggression pact with the Empire as their promise of “galactic doom” had been taken seriously by the Senate, leading to their denouncement. Imperial reaction was lukewarm at best, as the High Emperor kept his father's general political line, keeping the Empire out of galactic politics.


    Bolstered by the successful denouncement of one potential galactic threat, the Endurga launched their next attempt to denounce the Empire in 2323, which was too preoccupied with the war to veto the matter.


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    Councillor Alaric, who was spending his time lately mocking the Endurga Councillor (most infamous his idiom-based insult “Why did expect a molluscoid to be anything but weak? The Dabbax have more spine than you, and they've got no bones at all!... Oh, you don't have any either – that explains Human superiority.”), was notably absent this 3rd August, giving the Endurga a brief reprieve, especially as he had to agree that that jackass had a point.


    No matter how strong the Union's fleet was, if it didn't even attempt to engage an Imperial fleet, then they couldn't win the war. And as far as he knew, Mayta had been bombarding Endurga planets for months. He couldn't help himself and pointed out that the Endurga Union as it existed today was a remnant of a realm dominating most of the galaxy in order to make Alaric shut up – it only had an adverse effect, all the while divulging information that shouldn't be made known to the new empires.


    Human upstarts. They would be put to their place soon enough, the Councillor thought. His species had been brought to near extinction before, but recovered in wisdom, reforming into a tolerant democracy solving matters with politics. Experience and wisdom would prevail in the end.



    Truly, once the vote would be called, all wou-





    A loud explosion followed by alarms interrupted the Councillor's thoughts, and soon they were interrupted for good. This second attempt at denouncement had caused quite the stir back in the Empire, and the High Emperor found that Liuva's Audaric had been crossed.


    Full force would be deployed against the Senate, so he recalled Minotaur to annihilate the station. Facing the fleet's firepower, the Galactic Senate, not at all equipped to deal with armed conflict, was completely destroyed, with only the Human delegation, having vacated before Mayta opened fire, escaping. After the war, it would have to find a new location if it was to be reconstituted at all.​


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    Evarite Revenge


    Needing repairs for the fleet after the Dandar battle, Leroy sent Unddol and the dragon to the Veyer system, a gateway to the war's main region and home of a planet inhabited by multiple different species. Very much the contrary of the Empire, the Dabbax had even taken the conflict to become more xenophilic – that was well-reflected in their admiralty. With Kont Dite, an Evarite was in charge of the Lykurnsed-Gi Attack Swarm. Every single Evarite had a burning desire to take revenge on the Empire, and he was no different.


    The AH4B and the L-Drake had just disabled Veyer's defences when Dite's fleet furiously descended upon them, destroying the old catptain's ship while the severely wounded dragon managed to escape. The admiral assembled a sizeable force and continued his advance, until they faced the Marshal's forces in the Escolla system.


    Leroy claimed that it had the makings of a decisive battle, far more than Lanckoronski's decisive victory against Wenkwort's occupiers. The battle of Escolla was long and brutal, with neither side willing to retreat. The Leon Soldaia tipped the scale in Leroy's favour, and the battle, begun the 18th May 2323, only ended the 9th August, with sizeable losses on both sides.


    Dite went down with his ship, postponing Evarite revenge once again indefinitely.




    Leroy's billing as a decisive battle proved true – at least for a year – as the Empire made sizeable gains during that period. The lack of fleet forces in the front region allowed Crown Prince Leon to move in with an army, and he took Vurl-Pangit in the Veyer system the 2nd October 2324.


    The Marshal then moved on to another inhabited system with a great defensive force, the Padjitauron system, and claimed a Pyrrhic victory against the defenders in December, allowing Leon to occupy Vurl-Raxl and Vurl-Ladt shortly after.


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    “Vurl” apparently meant “world” in the Dabbax language, which led to many quips being made about a complete lack of imagination on the arthropoid's side.

    But while the Empire advanced,smaller Dabbax fleets did, too – and one of them surprised The Exile's dig on Uchbiea IV, destroying the Takumi Fujita in the process.

    Apparently – if she did come from the future – then either she had to close the loop or didn't know about the Dabbax's attack.


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    End of a Legend


    While Leroy waited for reinforcements, Lanckoronski's and Mayta's advances continued as planned, with the latter seizing the heart of the Galactic Market in the Endurgan Sorcimax system in 2325. Heavy bombardment began while the Union itself kept ignoring Minotaur despite now also causing heavy economical damage – Mop Krekk's disinformation campaign was in full swing.


    But the war had its fair share of setbacks – the small salvaged fleet of raider ships that harassed the Dabbax's northern systems was destroyed, and a new robotic asset within the Endurgan spy network proved to be more trouble than worth.


    As the Empire seemed to gain the clear upper hand, the megacorp tried to sue for peace, an offer that was swiftly rejected. Not unprepared for that eventuality, the Traders started a counter-offensive, landing a large army on Vurl-Pangit in June 2327 to take it back from the occupation force while Leon landed on Vurl-Pagh.


    A consequence of the counter-offensive was the loss of the Makrelogos, the Empire's long-serving science ship, lost while investigating debris in the Veyer system. The last remnant of the Empire's early space-exploration days finally found its end.


    How much of the original ship remained was the matter of a heated philosophical question, making the old matter of Theseus' ship a widespread subject of debate.




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    An Outside Problem


    Imperial scientists' curiosity didn't stop just because there was a war fought against the Dabbax and (officially) against the Endurga. Camille Le Roux was leading the investigation of the “sentinels” discovered on Acrisia – huge metallic statues.


    The science officer went missing in March 2327 and could only be recovered seriously injured a two months later. As it turns out, this was only a first sign of things to come.


    Once returned to duty, Le Roux, partly amnesiac, continued her investigation of the sentinels, using the scanner she had constructed before whatever befell her. This led to her activating them in August. The statues, obviously sentient, declared themselves guardians of heaven. And that they wouldn't budge from their duty.


    Le Roux's answer was fully in line with imperial policy – no alien entity of any kind could dictate whatever the Empire would do. The sentinels reacted to this hostility with hostility of their own. A great army of sentinels rose from the ground while the archaeologic team was allowed to vacate.


    The sentinels began marching against Acrisian settlements, and soon the woefully unprepared planetary defences were struggling to keep the gigantic statues at bay. Acrisia was swiftly lost, and the sentinels began levelling entire cities.




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    Acrisia was a centre of Imperial agriculture, one of the earliest settled planets, and thus played a crucial role especially in the upkeep of the cloning facilities. With the loss of Acrisia, the government had to turn to the open market to keep the facilities operational, causing a great surge in food prices across the whole realm.


    That, not to mention the death and destruction dealt by the sentinels on a planet under imperial protection, forced High Emperor Theudis' hand, and even Leroy and Leon agreed when he signed the peace treaty ending the Spine War, named after Alaric's passing mention concerning the Endurga, the 28th August 2327.


    A few border systems, including the planet of Vurl-Pagh, as well as the war's main theatre and the Carmenekke system were seized for the Empire, but neither side humiliated. The Dabbax had proven capable opponents, and if the Endurga Union had actively taken part in the conflict, then victory might have been tough to seize.


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    The seized planet of Vurl-Pagh would be renamed to a more apt name in time, just like Audaricia. Again, just like Audaricia, that would be after processing of the Evarite population was finished. For the rock dragons actually were the majority inhabitants of the planet, followed by robots, Dima'Xanians and relatively few Endurga – not a single Dabbax lived there, despite the great natural beauty of the planet, instead home to titanic lifeforms.



    Mop Krekk proved right in his idea of his species' treatment – though not entirely. While the Endurga were sentenced to forced labour until their demise, the Dima'Xanians' life wouldn't change much – though their population was subjected to strict control, with "procreation permits" issued whenever a Dima'Xanian died. They wouldn't be eliminated from the Empire, but wouldn't be able to grow in number either.


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    One reason for the Endurga's non-involvement might have been the imperial spy amongst their midst – but another might have been their future plan to attack the Vailons, as they sided with the Figyari Hegemony when they attacked the Confederacy mere three months after the end of the Spine War, something that would have been unthinkable had their fleet faced the imperial one.


    Though nobody knew if they'd actually assist the Figyari in their war, even if the Hegemony made the move to secure political support by ceding a system to serve as the caravaneers' new home base.





    Discoveries of the Spine War


    Camille Le Roux's unearthing of the sentinels was a turning point of the war, but other discoveries made during that time were more beneficial to the imperial cause.

    After removing a massive force shield encompassing an entire planet, said planet was found to be abandoned – after the shielding. Its inhabitants had created a miniature galaxy and settled there – a great boon for imperial research.

    Imperial ships also came into contact with the NEX Continuity, dwelling close to the front of the Spine War. Ancient machines, comparable to the Bodranites and Rax'Thalak in technology, who say that they serve the purpose to conserve biological life against an unknown threat. They could safely be ignored for now, though one couldn't help but wonder what kind of threat they were talking about.

    While imperial production was naturally geared towards the fleet in wartime, imperial research worked out how to repair the ancient megastructures. With the end of the war, Theudis dreamt of restoring the old ring world to glory – an enormous world with constant climate and eternal sunshine, perfect to live on.​


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    Sentinel War


    The Sentinels' occupation of Acrisia left a deep hole in the government-controlled imperial economy, with food production projected to last less than a year. Big private food producers (without a great presence on Acrisia) were thus the great profiteers of the crisis.

    Lanckoronski's fleet was the first on site – over a year after the occupation began. Griffin began light, aimed bombardment in November 2328.


    The Sentinels were apparently built to resist orbital fire, as the impact of Griffin's attack was quite negligible. With the statues starting to raze entire cities and the death toll growing massively by the day, the Crown Prince ordered the admiral to increase the attacks.


    Leon was forced to accept that his current forces weren't enough to bring the fight to the things, and had to wait another year to have enough shuttles to take a truly massive force from Blubanir to Acrisia's ground. Half the planet was barely more than a ruin as his army made landfall the 12th December 2329, in the other half crime syndicates rose to power, using the chaos to claim entire regions for themselves.

    The fighting was unlike anything ever seen before and conducted with extreme brutality. The Sentinels, appearing as physics-defying skyscraper-sized soldiers, withstood exceptional punishment and were present in great numbers. Like in an apocalyptic film, swings of their sword-like weapons destroyed everything in their path while they stomped on anything else.

    Of Leon's huge force, only the strongest of his elites, genetically improved supersoldiers, remained to face the last Sentinel in August 2330. When it seemed like the thing would finally be destroyed, Leon, already in the thick of the fight for months, declared that he would be the one landing the finishing blow.


    Like the hero of these apocalyptic films, the glorious prince of a RPG, a comic superhero, Leon, making sure that his deed would be recorded for posterity, used his SPELL to jump to the Sentinel's neck, burying Rightful Rage in the statue, where its psionic power wrecked havoc and made the thing collapse.


    The “dying” Sentinel then asked for mercy. Mercy not for itself, for it was beyond saving. Mercy for its people.




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    What was incomprehensible in the final moment of this incredibly costly triumph soon revealed its whole meaning. Le Roux descended the stairs of the place the initial statues had been guarding, and found what could only be described as a sacred burial ground. The extensive tunnels with their decorations suggested nothing else.


    Then, there were state-of-the-art computers. They contained not just some random data – but its builders' paradise. First their dead, then their whole society was uploaded to this virtual heaven. Save for the Sentinels – a select number of guardians, selected to resist whatever threat its creators might face for eternity. Their watch had ended after this vicious conflict.


    And while the High Emperor was mourning the two billion dead of the war, a far higher cost than the Spine War, with the vast majority being civilians – the Crown Prince had the aliens' paradise repurposed. There would be no “mercy”.





    Only bloody revenge.





    Acrisia's people had suffered enough. Now they would be able to strike back. As reconstruction proceeded, Leon inaugurated Hunting Centres. Places where Acrisia's inhabitants could go to connect to the quickly-dubbed Paradise Network. Uploading an avatar which they could then use to wreak havoc upon its inhabitants.

    After a long day of work, anyone from bureaucrat to farmer could now unwind as a demon haunting the aliens' afterlife – a very Leon-like idea of stress-relief. After who knows how long of living in their paradise, the aliens – tortured, wounded, killed, but unable to die, instead endlessly respawning as long as their code remained – now lived in their very own hell, and who knew if this would ever end.

    Critics attested that Leon was “a sick sociopath enjoying genocide” well deserving his monikers, be it the Bloody or the demonic part of Demon of Light, but in good imperial tradition, they were ignored. Whoever was stupid enough to attempt to assassinate the, thanks to Rightful Rage, most powerful psychic of humanity never made it far. The inhabitants of Acrisia for their part, as eager for revenge as their prince, partook in masses in this sadistic entertainment.



    Acrisia's troubled history would continue, both for the dead and for the living, as the crime gangs resisted the imperial restoration of power vehemently. Gang wars would shake Acrisia for quite some time to come.



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    The Demonic Hero of Light


    Save for his few critics, the Crown Prince was hailed as the liberator of Acrisia, the survivors of the conflict bestowed the highest honours of the imperial army. The military's favour was now nearly fully Leon's, while the public opinion shifted more and more towards him. Theudis XV was named responsible for the Sentinel's activation – despite it more than likely also having happened if Leon reigned – and for any other problem caused by “imperial weakness”.

    Even if he could present successes like the failure of imperial denouncement by the Galactic Senate, newly re-established on the ecumenopolis that was the Endurga homeworld, and the veto of yet another Endurgan attempt to condemn the Empire, general consensus was that the Senate was nothing more than a paper tiger, as proven with its destruction in the Spine War. Even if the Dabbax rejoined the community.​

    The restoration of a section of Alderamin's ring world had begun, but new land was hardly a worthy exchange for two billions lost on Acrisia.


    Leon on the other hand was the shining hero who had vanquished the Sentinels. Things didn't improve for the Settler when colonists on Tartarus exhibited mindlessly aggressive behaviour. Unlike the dancing plague of Atlantis, the situation was getting out of hand due to some fungal spores, could only get stopped by “the Leonine method” – purging the whole fungal caves with fire in July 2331.



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    Theudis was thus forced to make manifold concessions to his son and prioritize military matters. The already launched ring world restoration would proceed, but also more resources allocated to Leon's pet project, codenamed War Saint.



    Both agreed that the restoration and construction of wormhole-based gateways across the Empire was a critical matter. The Sentinel War had proven that distances within the Empire had grown so vast that even the jump drives weren't solution enough to cover them efficiently.







    Never Again


    In 2333, a new threat emerged. The Hulfir Marauders, the nomadic aliens from across the galaxy, united under a single banner, that of a powerful psychic, their Great Khan Daggagom, who promptly announced her intent to conquer the galaxy.

    Imperial reaction to that declaration was not what the Khan hoped for. Her request to submit was met with confident defiance. The Hulfir lived on the other side of the Milky Way. Their only path to the Empire was the Carmenekke wormhole, and thus it was easy to ready the Uflao system for any kind of attack. On the contrary, the Hulfir could freely rampage against their Endurgan neighbours, even against anyone else for all the Empire cared.


    Echoing the Hulfir speaker's words from first contact, their ships could attempt to enter Imperial space, but then they shouldn't expect to return. The fleet would appreciate the target practice.



    The medieval Gothic Empire had submitted to the Mongols before breaking free and turning the tables. The galaxy-spanning Empire would not submit to anyone. The request of the Rax'Thalak Ancients to “ensure the survival of your species, as you will only last a few more centuries at best” was thus also swiftly rejected. If anyone had “only a few more centuries at best” to live, then the Rax'Thalak.




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    As Daggagom's fleets advanced into Endurga space, Theudis, keenly aware that he couldn't show any more weakness, decided that the Empire couldn't risk the Finu to unite as well. After reinforcing Griffin, Lanckoronski was tasked with wiping them out.

    From February to April 2337, while the Hulfir destroyed the vacated Carmenekke station, Griffin destroyed the Finu presence in the Yirellon system. The Great Khan appeared to attempt passage to the Uflao system, but apparently changed her mind. Had she become aware of Mayta's Minotaur awaiting the shrooms on the other side of the wormhole? Or did she feel that destroying the fortified station was too easy, smelling a trap?

    Imperial high command was glad that the Hulfir rampage in the southern galaxy could continue, especially as the damned Endurga Union, now led by a Racket – best described as a space-rat – attempted another denouncement of the Empire. Not that the intention ever existed, but it looked like they needed no imperial help after all. A shame.


    Not needed for a full offence against the horde, in September, Griffin moved on to the heart of the Finu presence, the Rixikar's Maw system.


    It took Lanckoronski's fleet nine months to annihilate the nomads surrounding the black hole. The bulk of the civilization lost, the holdouts in the Banagho system fell after a short period of repairs in July 2339. The Finu Void Riders were no more.



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    Grand Engineering



    In accordance to Imperial priorities, with the defence of the Empire assured and the forces continuously expanding, what is referred to as “mega-engineering” took centre stage.


    The theoretical work concerning War Saint finished, and the gateway in the Patraggor system was reactivated in August 2336. On its own, this gateway was of no use – but as the first fully-human made gateways went online in July 2340 (Sirius), September 2340 (Serpess) and April 2341 (Terminal Egress, thus including the L-Gates), the imperial network not only allowed faster trade, but also enabled quick deployment across the realm, fully deniable to the enemy.


    The first test of the military potential took place in August 2342, when four Hulfir ships crossed the L-Gates targeting Zultar's Maw. Lanckoronski, stationed in Serpess, could swiftly move through the gateway to Terminal Egress, then through the L-Gate, responding to the errant horde fleet within two weeks, thus preventing the station's destruction.


    With accumulated mega-engineering experience, future construction would be faster as well. In December 2337, the section of the ring world was fully restored. The High Emperor couldn't miss the occasion and came for the festive inauguration.




    The first time a ruling monarch (excluding the Lost) left Earth was when Liuva III occupied the Senate – Theudis XV would do so a second time, laying the foundations for the first settlement on Settler's Dream himself, a symbolic golden stone with the Thathicos' coat of arms.​

    A fateful decision, as Theudis played right into the cards of the “Avengers of Acrisia”, a group of Acrisian soldiers who had lost everything they held dear on their homeworld during the Sentinel War – homes, possessions, families. Starting out as self-help groups for the Acrisians within the military, at some point their shared grief turned to anger. Anger directed at the High Emperor.

    As leader of the army, the Crown Prince was most likely fully aware of the formation of the AoA, but did nothing to dispel the groups, only observing them. Fully convinced of Leon's leadership, they were certain that the Acrisian defences would have been far better prepared if the prince ruled, who “would have stared them down if necessary”. To the Avengers, transition of power couldn't come soon enough. They decided to help things along.

    The Settler's voyage was the perfect opportunity. To the AoA's luck, the High Emperor decided to symbolically set out on a ship crewed by Acrisians. He wanted to show them that he was well-aware of their plight and did anything he could to assist, and offered a new home for those who could no longer remain on the ravaged planet.


    The last Gothic Emperor who attempted to pander to the people, especially those who felt neglected by the imperial government, was Kyrillos VIII – the Weak. His assassination had caused the Great War. Where Kyrillos had his youth as an excuse, Theudis had no excuse but the pressure from his heir.


    The Settler had lost the trust of military and intelligence, and the discovery of the Avengers' plot only reached Leon's ears as the highest echelon of the hierarchy. Theudis embarked with a ship whose crew was willing to pay any price for their revenge.​

    It couldn't be better for Leon. Only after Theudis' departure did Leon finally inform his father, who was understandably not happy. While the prince had no hand in the AoA's creation or their plans, he still expected to have quite some influence over them. Unknown to the public, the High Emperor and the Crown Prince agreed that Theudis would abdicate as soon as War Saint was finished – in exchange for that, he would order the Acrisians to abandon their plan.

    An empty revenge for the Avengers, but a revenge still. They agreed. After all, they wanted Leon to take the throne, and they were not willing to ignore his orders. They would join the Crown Prince's main unit and escape their attempted regicide with no punishment – an unprecedentedly generous offer.


    The full extent of the rift between father and son was apparent. Perhaps some of those who plotted Leon's death were in the employ of his father, who managed to slip away from his overseers to deal with his problematic progeny.



    The secret agreement only reinforced the military priorities, and in accordance to them “the mother of all shipyards” would be built next. Theudis declared that these megastructures were critical for humanity's future – and in August 2343, the Empire began work on harnessing the full power of the Qenus star.






    Entropy and Apathy


    The return of the Dabbax Trade Union to the Galactic Senate was swiftly rewarded with a place on the council. The Vailons were widely regarded as weak following their latest conflict with the Hegemony, ended the 16th November 2339 mostly in the Confederacy's favour, but still a threat if their leaders' mad ramblings were to be believed.​

    Councillor Alaric felt uneasy on the Endurga homeworld, where he couldn't freely bully around the mulluscs, but remained adamant in relaying the Empire's stance on the Hulfir Horde - “not our problem”.

    While the Endurga managed to inflict a defeat on the Khan the 16th May 2341, Daggagom escaped and took command of another force, which promptly led to the Endurga submitting to the Khan the 21st March 2342. The Dabbax could present fierce opposition, but else the Horde might be able to take over the other Galactic realms with relative ease as long as they kept out of the space of the Fallen Empires.



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    In the meantime, the Empire took the logical next step which the aliens had neglected to do. Regarding the Dima'Xanians. Mutations like Mop Krekk were absolutely not in imperial interest, even if the alien workforce was not posing much trouble so far. Anteris was tasked with solving that problem, and his solution was a genetic modification that would both render the Dima'Xanians more effective and more docile, effectively annihilating any trace of unguided thought in their DNA.

    This apathy was followed by entropy with the discovery of the “Null Void” on Tronchet – a dimensional portal leading to a world of entropy. In true imperial fashion, the first thoughts went into finding a way to weaponize the discovery. Sure enough, soon the Null Void Beam was ready – while not very effective against matter, it cut through energy shields like butter. The first imperial titan, the Empress Taizu, was also the first ship to wield this weapon.

    Another addition to the Empire fitting this theme was the Memorex, this time undoubtedly the invention of some alien species. A device able to store and work memories – and thus highly increasing efficiency on Earth. With libraries dedicated to storing experiences, Humanity could take yet another step forward.




    Galactic Custodian

    Having the Hulfir breathe down their neck (figuratively, at least – it was probably not biologically possible) made the Gorf and even the Figyari quite amenable to imperial intervention, so far that they opened borders and begged Councillor Alaric to ensure the High Emperor's assistance.​

    Alaric couldn't promise anything, of course... but matters would be different if the galactic realms showed some sort of goodwill – such as nominal subjugation of some kind. The title of Custodian came to mind, with emergency military powers over the other nations of the Galactic Community.

    With Figyari and Gorf approval, Alaric shocked the tired senators, having spent the last years not debating the Hulfir Horde, but the conservation of the Tiyanki. Flexing his council powers, the Human Councillor put Imperial Custodianship directly up to debate.

    He hoped that with the Vailons spending the last years trying to earn imperial favour, the Empire might actually earn this title. “Custodian Alaric” was a title he could get used to, not to mention that the Senate might be relocated into imperial space. He'd be the undisputed boss again. The Empire would also profit from the title. Probably.

    Alaric's hopes proved unfounded. The Dabbax Traders – now led by an Evarite! – were naturally opposed, their new chairman just another reason. The Endurga were a satrapy and wouldn't wish to draw the Khan's ire, not to mention that they wouldn't want to trade one violent overlord for another. The Vailons' hope to end their self-inflicted, but not voluntary isolation, was not enough to make them agree. The proposal failed.


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    Like the Caravaneers, who relocated their tradestation three more times after the horde's attack, the Senate's nations would have to show their resilience in the face of the invader without imperial assistance.

    The Hulfir attempt to invade through the Xudra-Ambor wormhole was foiled by Leroy, who surprised the invading fleet by suddenly appearing in the Ambor system from across the galaxy through gateways and a jumpdrive.





    Xenophobia


    The Hulfir invasion sent ripples of xenophilia through the galaxy. More and more aliens were starting to believe that the galaxy had to work together to overcome future troubles. Only the Hegemony took another direction and embraced military goals, wary of imperial might.​

    In the Empire, Theudis the Settler took his remaining time as monarch to position the realm as strictly isolationist. Like his whole stance towards the Horde, he always said that the aliens' problems were not the Empire's. Unlike Liuva, who had declared the Evarite purge a necessity, Theudis now spoke of the clear supremacy of Humanity, embraced the time-travel theory, deemed the matter of alien life beneath imperial notice.



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    Experimenting on alien species took a whole different, far more drastic angle, certainly bringing new insight but also being completely unthinkable if the experiment's subjects were Humans.

    When it became apparent that Human colonization had caused a massive genocide of a silicon-based lifeform, somewhat comparable to the subterraneans of Sanctuary – other than the fact that oxygen caused their demise –, the only reaction was positive, as it offered easy access to rare crystals used for manifold applications.

    The traces of what could be described as the result of some sort of superweapon found on Porabim B Ia were most interesting... especially as Project War Saint neared completion.








    The 29th December 2348, it was completed. Theudis XV, known as the Settler, abdicated the same day, declaring his intention to live out the reminder of his days farming on Settler's Dream, enjoying the fruits of imperial labour. The Empire would be passed on to the capable hands of his son Leon.

    Few questioned this act. Theudis had always struggled, and now he had finally given up. Unlike him, Leon was a strong man with a hands-on approach. The reign of Leon II, the Bloody (* 29th February, 2388), began the day the War Saint was finished.



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    Leon's Ambition



    Leon's intentions with the Theudis the War Saint were clear – a ship of unmatched proportions, causing even the titans to seem small in comparison. Not only great firepower, but also the ability to build new warships on the front – a deadly war machine.

    It would also be the main residence of the High Emperor, the ship's command centre right next to a throne room.



    Leon was a historical revisionist – at least concerning the man who had always been acknowledged as the most reviled one of history, Roderic Chertans. The new High Emperor was of the firm opinion that without Chertans' Miracle, Earth would have been taken by the Evarites.

    The end justifies the means, that was the lesson the monarch learned from that. And the galaxy, while not wielding swift destructive potential on the same scale as nuclear weapons on Earth, was in a similar situation to the Imperial homeworld in the 21st century. It needed a strong, guiding hand.

    The Hulfir Khan's declaration to conquer the galaxy were just empty words. Leon would do it.


    And the aliens were part of the problem, not the solution. Their permanent removal would lead to a happy, united galaxy under imperial control – ready to face whatever challenges awaited in the future as one.




    His ambition was set. The Milky Way would feel imperial wrath sooner or later. Once he was done, there would only be two kind of people: those supporting him... and the dead.


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    Before he could embark on his galactic conquest, the Empire's economy needed to be fixed. While Imperial food production had recovered from the Sentinel War, Leon shifting the imperial economy towards military needs through increasing the alloy production caused energy and mineral shortages.

    Mega-engineering would fix it. The Dyresson Sphere in Qenus and the Matter Decompressor around the Rixikar's Maw black hole.

    Anteris' latest genetic innovation would further improve Human leadership.

    And the Javorian Pox was being readied to be unleashed upon the Empire's enemies.







    Divine Intervention... or Demonic?


    Tensions had been high on Arosk since the Slutmyr Incident in year 1577 PG. Grand Leader Lurgush blamed the Glamanti Republic, who blamed Lurgush's lackeys in turn. At odds for decades, Slutmyr seemed to be the breaking point, the spark to light the powder keg.


    The powder keg held enough power to devastate Arosk entirely. Both the Glamanti Republic and the Plulluk Empire had allies, but most worryingly, nuclear weaponry en masse. Lurgush's words were no longer empty threats. The big red button was pushed, the missiles launched. Glamant retaliated. This was it for the Sirgogg species...


    Or not? The missiles seemingly vanished after reaching a certain altitude. Gone. No big boom. No mushroom clouds. Arosk was saved. For two weeks, the divine intervention was hailed, and both sides forced to parley.


    For who would question the will of the gods?





    As it turns out, someone would.





    The truth became apparent when a booming voice was let loose across the whole planet. “Nobody devastates Imperial planets without my approval.”​

    Was it some divine voice? The Sirgoggi didn't have to think about it for long, as not much later, shuttles dropped from the sky over the greatest cities, containing aliens who obviously did not come in peace.

    For all their talk of righteous might, neither Glamant nor Plulluk could do much to repel the invaders, and in a mere week, the alien leader lopped off Lurgush's head with a swing of his giant purple blade.


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    In the days after, the aliens stuck the population into labour camps, mostly mines, where they were held in the most pitiful conditions. The invader held absolutely no regard for Sirgoggi lives, and if an explosion, cave-in, malnutrition or sheer exhaustion killed some workers, it was fully expected for the replacement to work on the corpse of the previous one.








    Leon looked at the architecture of the palace where the “Grand Leader” lived and felt no remorse. A stain in imperial space, nothing more. He would have it razed before Human colonization began. The only reason he had descended upon the planet in July 2354 was because they were on the verge of nuclear destruction. As far as he saw it, they all killed themselves already.​

    Might as well provide a short-term solution to the mineral shortage before galactic history will forget that they ever existed.





    Javorian War


    After the next stage of the Matter Decompressor was finished, the High Emperor declared war upon the United Figyar Hegemony the 5th December 2355. The Dabbax Trade League would aid the Figyari, but it was more welcome than a nuisance for Leon, who wished to deploy the Javorian Pox to wipe them out.


    The Dabbax had been pushing back against the Horde, so not much involvement was expected from them – a misjudgement of the situation, as Daggagom was murdered by a would-be successor the 1st March 2356. The barbarian aliens' weakness became apparent as the horde descended into chaos while the Hulfir attempted to figure out the succession.


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    The distraction in the south of the galaxy removed, Leon diverted more forces towards the Dabbax as Lanckoronski destroyed a Figyari force in the Cadmael system – beginning bombardment of Eekryt the 1st July 2356. The Empire's apparent most potent biological weapon was deployed. Captured Figyari had succumbed to the Pox within a few months, which is what made it all the more dangerous – once the first symptoms showed, it was highly likely that the carrier had already infected plenty of others.


    While Khan Mashgirg united the Hulfir under a new government, albeit without the dream of conquest pursued by his predecessor, the Dabbax Traders began work on a Science Nexus in the Rixim system. Increasing Imperial aggression could only be answered with a technological edge – at least that was likely the intention of the megacorp. The Endurga swiftly followed the Dabbax example.


    Especially as the main Figyari fleet, attempting to enter imperial space through the L-Gates, was intercepted by Leroy and nearly fully annihilated. With the Dabbax apparently still readying their forces after the conflict against the Hulfir Horde, the newest imperial fleet, Ignatios Sigericos' Behemoth, began bombardment of Vurl-Pangit in January 2360.






    It is only in 2361 that the traders mounted a counterattack, after Leroy's fleet had hunted a voidspawn near Figyari space. In great numbers, the Dabbax descended upon the planet they had lost in the Spine War, Brobdingnag. Mostly mechanical numbers. Wary of imperial biological mastery, it was probably a good decision. The small defensive force on Brobdingnag was overwhelmed before the relief force arrived.


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    A small victory for the traders, as with the loss of the accompanying fleet, their army was now stranded on a hostile planet. Dabbax occupation was mild; perhaps they were hoping to cause some unrest within the Empire. Their plans failed, and when the High Emperor personally led the relief force, not one occupier escaped.


    The traders had assembled their main fleet, again under the command of Kont Dite (the lithoid apparently having survived spacing in the Spine War) to evict Sigericos' Behemoth from Vurl-Pangit's orbit, and managed to do so the 18th August 2364. In the four and a half years of orbital bombardment, the planet was left mostly a smouldering ruin – but with still well over half the population alive. Conventional weaponry had dealt more damage than the Pox.​


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    Leon was furious. The Javorian Pox, that terrible plague that had wiped out an advanced civilization before, then had been adapted by Anteris' team of genetic masters to be the aliens' doom – it had been easily countered by overgrown bugs and weird birds.


    As the Endurga Union unveiled their very own ship of comparable size to the War Saint, imperial armies invaded the Figyari planets who had “only” suffered casualties compared to a mild pandemic.


    Peace after the Javorian War was signed in December 2365. In these ten years, the High Emperor's forces had met with a single hard-fought defeat of Behemoth, but else it seemed like the Empire was unstoppable. It took the Dabbax the majority of their fleet to defeat one of the four imperial ones – the weakest, to boot. But the Javorian Pox had failed, and that was a thorn in the imperial side, wary of stretching its resources too thin over a multitude of planets.



    It already took a lot of effort and most of the Imperial military forces to oversee the four taken planets from the Hegemony, as Leon placed the conquered Figyari population – at least 40 billion – in labour camps like the now-extinct Sirgoggi before them. It would take years of concentrated effort, great manpower and violence to wipe them out. The Dima'Xanians and Beldross, on the other hand, were arguably better off under Imperial rule. The latter species was just as servile as the former, and after being subjected to similar nerve-stapling, were kept around as cheap labour. Conditions were slightly better than as Figyari slaves, not that they retained enough self-awareness to notice.


    Yarus Prime, the conquered Figyari capital, was named a penal colony. The very same man who had caused the end of the Redemption Legion now offered the criminal scum from across the Empire another chance at redemption – by being vicious overseers of a doomed alien population. Work criminals – Leon sometimes quoted as having declared “the more sadistic the better” – were well-suited to do.​


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    Another Reality


    The Empire then went silent for the galaxy, which in turn banded together against the Vailon attempt to conquer the remnants of the Figyari. This couldn't be good news for the Milky Way – it meant that Leon was readying his forces.

    In July 2370, the Vailon War's effects were felt in the Empire. A small civilian fleet was entering the Terminal Egress system through the L-Gates – and was not immediately shot down. What seemed like a clear violation of direct imperial orders was decided upon after contacting the High Emperor himself – for the ships, clearly Endurga in design, were crewed by Humans.



    Imperial exiles, people who had, either themselves or their parents, fled the Empire, enamoured with the ideals of the Endurga or Dabbax melting pots – equality between aliens. Despite their clear orders, border guards were more often than not willing to overlook human ships leaving the Empire, if one knew just whose palms one had to grease. With the Imperillos, the imperial currency, only with value as a curiosity outside the realm, outrageous sums changed hands, leading to the exiles starting their new lives with nothing but their ships.​

    Adding to that a somewhat flourishing smuggler culture in the border systems, and it was clear why border guard was not a detested post amongst the military but rather a highly-contested post. The government was certainly aware, which might have played a small part in further motivating the Emperor's desire for conquest.


    These voluntary exiles were now fleeing the Vailon bombardment of their new homes, and their chosen refuge was their original home, for the imperial military could keep any foe at bay.




    The refugees were put under close surveillance in a military facility – named Inferno – on Nucleia, the first so-called tomb world colonized by humanity. Residual radioactivity without the effective treatment against it would keep the people contained, while their insight about the state of the Endurga Union proved valuable. It seemed like Human population beyond the sprawling Empire made up around 3% of the entire species.​

    Meaning that billions of Humans lived beyond Leon's absolute grasp. Even worse for the High Emperor was the news that Endurga scientists had devised a method to achieve inter-species fertility – the refugees explained that once initial resentment passed, they managed to coexist with the Evarites in the Union, and that Bakturian (some sort of molluscoid)-Evarite couples were relatively common... Half-Evarites were by now more numerous than “pure” Bakturians.

    The refugees explained that the self-exiled Humans lived especially in Union or Trader territory. At first, they were carefully-watched oddities taken for imperial spies. But over time, the exiles left the absolute state of poverty they lived in as they espoused the ideals of their new homes and earned their host realms' trust.

    In these highly diverse nations, Humans now lived on all echelons of society, had become valued members of society.

    Human and Evarite coexistence was going fully against the doctrine installed by Liuva III used to justify the Evarite processing – and while the knowledge wasn't suppressed, it was now only known to the staff of the facilities on Nucleia and the High Emperor himself and would likely not leave the planet. And no matter if there were traitors to the Empire living elsewhere – only a traitors' fate awaited them.




    It was far too late for a different Empire to become a reality.



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    Nuclear Survival


    Leon's thirst for conquest apparently satiated for now, the Vailons sought closer relations ever more vigorously. Their war against Figyari, Endurga and Dabbax saw little gains of both sides, and it was only in September 2377 that they managed to take the last planet of the Hegemony – while a combined Dabbax-Endurga force ravaged their northern space.​

    Consul Dack, son of Jark attempted to emulate imperial culture whenever possible, and sought to ingratiate himself in Leon's eyes by sending the results of his efforts to Councillor Alaric whenever possible.

    With the Councillor and his staff being the Vailons' only access to Human culture, the man himself felt flattered by the attention... and abused that. Whenever he dressed like a walking fashion disaster, he informed the Vailon senator that it was the latest craze back on Earth – which promptly led to millions of Vailons copying the Councillor, to his great delight.

    Not that the Vailons had any chance of success before, but Alaric's mischief caused them to made matters even worse. The Councillor gleefully showed his cousin pictures of the streets of the hippest districts of the Vailon capital, filled with the aliens dressed like a weird mix of indigenous Americans, ancient Chinese, stereotypical nerds, Kyrillian surfers and Anglo-Saxon nobility – mimicking the greeting of English communists of the 20th century to the best of their ability.

    As the consul liked to proclaim, Human culture was quite popular on Vallgar – or at least what they thought was Human culture, viewed through Alaric-shaped glasses.





    In this quiet period of imperial history, often dubbed the calm before the great storm, the Empire kept expanding its planetary presence. One of those newly-settled planets was the radioactive ruin of Proclas.

    Settlers soon found massive sealed gates on the planet, hiding away an extensive vault-system – inhabited by millions of survivors of the nuclear destruction that had engulfed the planet. Another species of subterraneans on a Human colony – their fate appeared to be sealed.

    Surprisingly, the vault was not purified by flame. Leon was convinced to leave the aliens alive. Of course, they went through the standard procedure of nerve-stapling and strict population controls – but they had a few reasons to offer the High Emperor for their continued existence. For one, they were humanoid in nature. There were even theories circulating that the vault-aliens and Humans might have common ancestors in some way – if they weren't the result of Human evolution according to a weird time-traveller's fetish. Secondly, their vaults were fully self-sufficient. Both aspects were of great interest to Human science, and it was better to have living subjects than to try and extract answers from their corpses.


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    Leon could be won over, despite many calling it a lost cause beforehand. He was too absorbed in his military projects. The strategic command centre in the Ejok system had been fully restored, yet this was only a first step.​

    The High Emperor, disillusioned by the Javorian Pox's effect, had tasked imperial science with devising a new method of “wiping enemy planets clean”.

    One result of this directive were xenomorph armies. Unleashing hordes of ravenous beasts on enemy planets was sure to end in carnage, while implants assured that they remained fully under imperial control.


    But it was Project Harbinger that ended up succeeding at Leon's task. Theoretical work finished in 2372, and the Harbinger was ready for use the 2nd February 2379.




    This was what Leon had waited for. The very day he festively christened the Harbinger, he declared war upon the entire galactic community, who was just debating yet another denouncement of the Empire.



    Actions speak louder than words, Alaric was instructed to tell the Senate. Instead of mumbling on about denouncement, they would have to meet imperial might in battle.


    The Great Galactic War had begun.​


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    With the declaration of the Great Galactic War, I am going to change up narration – to snippets from the perspective of people involved in the conflict in some way. I think the usual – fleet movement, battle etc. – would be too tiresome, as I believe you are all quite able to foresee how the war will go...​
     
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    <message from Chintila Makretic, engineer on the Harbinger, to Maria Sosenos, 2nd February 2379, 22:32 Cherson time>


    Hahahahah! Who's laughing last, Maria? Ohh, so Valerios has something I haven't, hmm? And you are both posted on the War Saint, which I am not? Well, so what! I am on the Harbinger! Go play with your little guns – our weapon devastates entire planets!


    Only the very best – see, the very best – get to work on this beauty. The War Saint is so big they can easily do with some sub-par engineers like your new sweetheart – the Harbinger doesn't have that kind of room. Every little piece of this marvel fulfils its task to perfection, nothing superfluous.​


    And there's no rivalry. At all. Not like the titans, each one's crews encouraged to one-up another. The Empress Taizu, the Sun Emperor, the Ashoka, the Alexander – I guess that with the expansion of the fleet, any great terrestrial culture will soon have its own titan. But there's only one Harbinger! Yeah, I guess there's just one War Saint, too.




    Moral qualms? No, why? Once Harbinger is fired, it's swift and efficient – as swift as loverboy, but with far more oomph. Every advanced lifeform – gone. No need to deploy any more armies! The beauty doesn't kill anyone who wouldn't be dead anyway – it preserves Human life!​

    Another triumph of Human ingenuity. Porabim B Ia's surface was mostly melted after some kind of ancient superweapon had been deployed there – no life could remain there permanently. Harbinger on the other hand left the planet perfectly habitable.




    I know what you are going to say. Something Chertans-related. But don't worry! His Imperial Majesty might somewhat disturbingly be a fan of the guy, but everything's in place to prevent Miracle II.​

    There is absolutely no way it could ever be fired on an imperial world. Authorization of the firing order can only be given by the High Emperor himself by inserting Righteous Rage into a special device – the new kind of big red button. Even if someone got hold of the blade somehow, they'd still have to gain access to the device behind the throne rooms of either the imperial palace or the War Saint. Even if they would manage that, then the crew of the Harbinger would also have to authorize it. And yet more – if the crew does, then it takes a good while to fire, long enough for a fleet to stop the colossus.

    If someone manages to:​
    • slay the High Emperor, for he'd only relinquish Righteous Rage upon his dead body​
    • reach Harbinger's activation device in the heart of the palace or the War Saint, requiring them to get past the cream of the crop of the Imperial Guard​
    • have the crew of the Harbinger on their side or take it over​
    • and keep the fleets from intercepting the firing​
    then they have already taken over the Empire anyway.



    “We stand at the cusp of a new galactic age. The Human Age.”


    Truer words than His Majesty's have never been spoken. And in the future, they will say that it was the Harbinger, not the War Saint that made it happen! It's just another ship! A big one, admittedly, but not the absolute game-changer!


    I wish you good luck with loverboy in the overcrowded War Saint. With some luck, you can wipe clean some dust after His Majesty's passage – while I am enforcing his will on enemy planets! HA!


    I should send you a broom!



    Now forgive me, I have to tend to critical systems who could kill millions if looked at funny. Have fun dusting!



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    <governor Hol Myte, Endurgan capital of Durgassa, 6th September 2379, 15:42 Cherson time>


    The Evarite looked out the window of the governor's office, trying to take his mind off things. Since the declaration of war mere seven months ago, the old archnemesis of his species, the damned imperial Humans, had swiftly moved in with seven massive fleets, overwhelming border, L-Gate and wormhole defences in a flash.​

    The magnificence of the buildings here in Durgassa's heart were usually enough for him to refocus. But the last months were taking their toll, with one piece of news worse than the other. For all the hate he had against the Humans, in all the time of their galactic presence, they had never actually been the aggressors until High Emperor Leon II came to power.

    They had been weaker, but succeeded due to superior tactics. But with all their expansion, the Empire was a sleeping giant – and this new monarch awoke it. After the hard-fought Spine War, the so-called Javorian War proved two things – this guy didn't mess around. The Empire wiped the floor with the Figyari and only lost half of one fleet against the Dabbax – and now fielded double the strength! His deployment of the Pox also meant that he's a bloodthirsty menace. Reports from Human immigrants were not exaggerated.





    “So, what do we do, sir?”, one of the mayors of the 235 grand districts asked.​

    Myte turned around to the assembly. He wanted to answer that they should pray to whatever god they believed in, but that would send the wrong signal. “We shall persevere. The fleet has not yet engaged in full, it's returning from Vailon space, the juggernaut included. We have to place our trust in the Union. All we can do planetside is install a warning system, as discussed. Representatives – it is time to get to work.”

    The diversity of the mayors had always been a pleasant sight to Hol, but as he saw Anna Myrtenos, mayor of Gluggunish, he couldn't help but feel even worse. Unable to read Evarite expressions like any other organic when they didn't willingly adapt, Myrtenos smiled back at him and attempted to say “Grettun rfzhin mmwx Evari”.

    The traditional Evarite goodbye for a few generations now. May you see Evari again.

    Hope was never lower for that. As the last mayor left the meeting, the governor returned to contemplating the skyline. Reports from Dabbax space were ever more worrying.



    Not long ago, the Traders lost contact with Vurl-Qallid, close to the Imperial border. This was where the bulk of their army had been stationed, millions upon millions of troops. The Imperials had made landfall, and it seemed even the synths of the Dabbax army learned the meaning of fear that day. Myte was no soldier, but he knew the historic battles of Evari Prime like any other of his kind.

    Imperial Humans had a strong military hierarchy and clearly defined tactics, an efficient force to be feared, sure, but the invasion of Vurl-Qallid was different. Ravenous beasts were unleashed on the synths, seemingly ignoring weapon fire, tearing through the ranks with ease. Downed beasts bled some kind of killer-microorganism and a ferrophage, being just as dangerous dead as they were alive to both organic and synthetic. And in all that unleashed chaos, regular Imperial troops followed, mowing down the defenders relentlessly.

    The generals believed that insight from Vurl-Qallid could be decisive for their defence. For civilians like Myte, it only increased the feeling of dread. How was one to prepare against that? And what was happening on Vurl-Qallid after the invasion? The processing of his people at imperial hands was an ever-festering wound. He didn't wish to have to share this pain with other species.

    In any case, regions with greater Human habitation were put under increased police presence – for their own good, in case special tensions erupted due to the war.


    Worse still was the mention of a gigantic, seemingly unarmed Imperial spacecraft consisting of several segments, left behind circling over Vurl-Pangit after the enemy fleet left the system. Scanners couldn't make any sense of the thing, but whatever it was, one thing was clear:


    It wasn't just there to pull some kind of prank. Nobody builds such a monstrosity merely for psychological warfare. Even though he wouldn't put it past Humanity to do so. It was bad. He just felt it.


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    The governor had barely finished recollecting his thoughts when the alarms went off. Already? If the fleet was still fighting the Vailons and thus unable to defend Durgassa, then the Union was as good as dead.​

    Perhaps the Evarite species would have been better off dying out on Evari Prime. Generations of pain, as well as the coming mass-processing, avoided...


    But, no! He couldn't give up already. From a bunch of completely alien refugees, the Evarite species had made it far within the Union and the Traders. All the way to Chairman, and he was governor of the Union's capital. They would survive this crisis too.​

    And one day, he'd see Evari again.





    Preferably not just as luxury Human furniture.




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    <30th December 2380, 21:32 Cherson time – group of Human “scavengers”, Vurl-Pangit>

    It was an eerie feeling, making planetfall. Despite all of them already having done so often. Especially Old Man Dimitri, having travelled the span of the Empire as a trader countless times. He had assembled the crew in order to “make it big”.

    The High Emperor's terrifying weapon opened up a perfect opportunity. Soon enough, a heated discussion would surely embroil the Empire concerning the scavenger teams. It wasn't just like the ancient practice of battlefield looting. It wasn't like moving into a destroyed city after the passage of an army.

    The alien towns were still in pristine condition. Whatever happened here, the planet itself hadn't suffered at all.



    Sif, the young would-be adventurer picked up on Nanite's Gift, whistled. “Say what you want about the aliens, their architecture is not bad.”

    “Say that again after you've knocked your head on an undersized door or tripped over some indescribable... thing. It's not made for us, girl.” Theoderic, grizzled veteran of the Spine War, spat out and handed Sif her intricate mask. “Don't let yourself be fooled by the flourishes Jeanne added during the trip – you'll need the mask. Believe me.”

    “And why would I? Even if I were to rob a bank, there's no need to conceal our faces, is it? It's perfectly legal!”

    “Don't know about that. Wouldn't surprise me if the Empire claims the whole planet. My old army buddies tell me Leon keeps 'em busy... Makes it all the more important we're here early. Anyway, just trust me on this.”

    Sif held the mask and hesitated while Theoderic put it on. Thanks to Jeanne's modifications, he looked like a clown. She stifled a laugh. “Hey, Túpac.”

    The Audarician, always complaining about “the heat”, despite perfectly agreeable 21 degrees – he must have skipped climatic adaptation when leaving the frozen planet –, looked up. “Hmm?”

    “What about the mask? Why is nobody telling me anything?”

    “Guess it's something about the atmosphere. Theoderic must know, he fought there. I just – I just question if it was all necessary.”

    “Whaddaya mean?”

    “Leon acts like an alien screwed his wife. I know Her Majesty Yuko is Japanese, but besides being a bad stereotype, no tentacle fetish is strong enough for that. I think alien stuff is fascinating. Whole reason why I'm here. Sometimes, we still dig out Evarite things back home. I like wondering what fascinatingly weird purpose they served. Like this thingy here...”

    “You know perfectly well what aliens did to His Majesty, fool. Don't fill the girl's head with nonsense.” Jeanne, the Acrisian farmer who redesigned the masks, interjected harshly. She'd been nothing but a kind, matronly figure during the voyage, leading to Sif wondering what made her so eager to join their motley group. She seemed to have a clear stance towards aliens. That might be the reason. Sif tried to recall what she knew about Acrisia, but drew a blank. Never worried much about history or politics.​

    “I must have forgotten. Enlighten me, perhaps?” Túpac waved the Evarite gadget around. Jeanne swiped at it, but barely missed. He swiftly stowed the thing away again before he'd lose it forever.

    “You moron! That's critical recent history right there! Disunity Scheme telling you something? Leon's mother was murdered by a coalition of alien assassins!”

    “Ohhhh, right. Poor Maria. But does that justi...”

    “A mere drop in an ocean of reasons. I'd advise you not to say another word if you want to keep your teeth.”

    The Acrisian woman loomed over the Audarician, who raised his hands defensively. “All right, all right. No need for that.”

    “Pick up some tentacle-dresser or rock-groomer for your weird fetish if you want, but don't forget what we're here for. Dimitri could just leave you here, and I might signal a cleaning squad to pick you up.”

    Túpac waved his hands frantically, anything but that.

    Sif wondered what she meant. “Cleaning squad, Jeanne?”

    “Oh, you sweet summer child.” She ruffled Sif's hair. “Put on your mask, dearie, you'll see what I mean.” Hers looked just like the most famous picture of Sergia V in her role as Princess Cixila in Taizu, the great classic from the 22nd century even Sif loved. To many, the woman, very much like her mother, had been beauty incarnate.​

    Túpac grumbled and put on his mask. Jeanne had surpassed herself once again with his, it looked like an antique golden Inca mask. He mumbled something under his breath. “All this for a personal grudge...”

    “Alright, people! You know why we're here! Let's make the trip worth it!” Dimitri's voice rang out over speakers as they made landfall.





    Sif still hesitated with the mask, something she instantly regretted as the freighter's landing trap opened. An inhumane stench assaulted her nostrils. Dimitri had landed in a big square, and the sight was hard to stomach. The place was a busy city centre, no doubt about that, and the aliens had kept their daily routines as Harbinger circled over the planet.

    The aliens were all dead in an instant when Harbinger fired. Rotting ever since, as bacteria, plants and smaller lifeforms were unaffected. That's where the stench came from. Sif couldn't resist the urge and vomited. “Don't say I didn't warn you, kiddo”, Theoderic said as he stepped out, his boot making a crunching sound as it landed on a Dabbax exoskeleton. “Reminds me of my soldier days.”

    “Go ahead. I... I'll be sick.”

    Túpac placed a hand on her shoulder in encouragement, then trotted forward, looking at the remains of an Endurgan in rich garb, while Jeanne happily kicked a half-skeletal Aramathi head away from the body. “Feels just as good in reality”, she exclaimed, confidently marching towards what looked like a jeweller's store.

    She went through the door, then an alarm went off. A robotic husk crashed through the window, sent flying by the farmer woman. Looked like she found something. Sif made a mental note to herself never to set foot on Acrisia.

    She thought about her decision back then. Nanite's Gift was a fairly small planet, and it had been time for her to leave if she wanted to find her future. The old trader's offer sounded perfect for that. Explore space and alien planets, able to just grab whatever you desired. Find enough good stuff, and she could live like a queen one day, even after handing over Dimitri's cut.

    Man wanted to act fast. No matter how big a planet is, the best spots would surely be picked clean swiftly. Crew was fairly small in the end, but it would all be worth it. Sif didn't expect to find any trace of the war's fighting. Easy money.

    She should have guessed it was too good to be so simple. “Come on, Sif, you can do it! For your future!” Wiping her mouth, she held her breath to put on the mask, a smiling angelic face, complete with halo. She'd get used to it. Just look at Jeanne, who shoved a half-mummified alien out of the way. It truly wasn't difficult. She'd be rich one day.



    Then what seemed like a shot resounded, followed by a scream of agony, swiftly cut short. “Automated defences. Dabbax are known for advanced robotics. Miserable fool. Keep your eyes open”, Theoderic exclaimed.

    Perhaps not so easy and safe after all. Sif felt like a dirty thief. And what about the “Cleaning Squads” Jeanne mentioned? Theoderic's remark that it might not be exactly legal? Well, no matter. She was here now, had to steel herself – and keep her eyes open.

    Though she'd look in exactly the opposite direction to where the shot came from, at least.



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    <Vana system, 7th December 2381, 17:35 Cherson time – Lieutenants Valerios Tarnent and Konstantinos Makrelogos, Theudis the War Saint>


    “Remind me never to question His Majesty ever again, Valerios.”​

    “Did I ever have to, Philippos?” Nobody but official records ever called Makrelogos anything but his famous ancestor's name, something he'd grown used to eventually.

    “Eh, I knew the War Saint's abilities, but damn.”

    “Just like its namesake.”

    “How did we Greeks ever think we could resist the Goths? That name alone should make anyone run in fear!”

    “A name isn't everything. Sure I don't have to tell you that, Makrelogos.”

    “Don't remind me.”


    Makrelogos let out a long sigh, and Valerios valiantly struggled against the urge to call his friend Philippos once again. The awkward pause ended when the explorer's descendant continued. “Still, we did good. No wounded here. Any casualties on your end?”

    “You know I've got a fighter squadron. Close counters, small ships. Thick of the fight. Malewski and Ræffing didn't make it, Clopans is in med-bay 25. Likely the end of his military career if he ever recovers.”

    “May they rest in peace in knowledge of the glorious victory.”

    “No better way to go. Though Maria would disagree, of course.”

    “Absolutely. How is she? Heard Gregoras took a hit when their flagship made their insane ramming attempt.” A titanic ship like the War Saint was divided into different areas for easier orientation, named after the great Gothic Emperor's children. The ship's command centre and Leon's throne room, for example, were located in Valeria, Theudis VIII's successor after the death of child empress Sergia II – Sergia was the location of the corvette shipyards.

    “Perfectly fine, damage in Gregoras is barely more than superficial. She'd been sulking a bit since that worm Chintila keeps bragging, but after today, there's no way she'll let that keep her down any more.”

    “True, true. Jinkath in June, Vana now. No matter Harbinger's task, the war is won in space.”

    “And no other ship can decimate an entire star nation's fleet on its own, right?”

    “None but the War Saint. And with Leon on board, the heart of the Empire.”

    Valerios smiled, thinking how that grease-monkey Chintila safely remained in controlled space while he was happily risking his life on the finest ship the galaxy has ever seen. “Nothing can stop us.”

    Makrelogos nodded. “Indeed. For the Empire!”

    “For great names and even greater deeds!”​

    “For the fallen of today!”

    “May even greater victories await in the future!”

    “Long live His Imperial Majesty, Leon the Fearless Conqueror!”



    A rallying shout that went through the entire ship this day. Another great title to add to his list, the High Emperor thought as he gave another order to Harbinger. Not just the Bloody, the Demon of Light – the Fearless Conqueror. Had a nice ring to it.

    He laid waste to the entirety of the Gorf spatial military with one ship. One. He had seven far stronger fleets spread across enemy territory.

    Victory was just a matter of time, he was certain of it. His name would forever remain amongst the most influential of humanity, synonymous to conquest like this ship's.


    The new Galactic Age would come.​


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    <crime syndicate leader Moz Tekar, Vurl-Zaldr, 25th November 2381, 8:31 Cherson time>


    Tekar slammed down his paw, ending the communication. “Now we're really done for.”​

    “It's that bad, eh?”

    “I told the Chairman that focusing on small ships was a mistake. We're all paying the price for it. No use having more ships than the enemy if the corvettes and destroyers just get swiped aside. Don't know if their weapons can penetrate an imperial titan's armour at all!

    Quantity is nice and all, but if you're losing forty ships per battle while the enemy loses five to ten, destroyers at most, you're not doing great, you're a damned idiot. Especially if the enemy far outnumbers you, too, then your focus on quantity just means that you present yourself on a silver platter. A great bloody cake with “eat me” written on it in bold letters, a knife proudly sticking out. For ease of cutting.

    Why not send in unarmed freighters next? Can't do a worse job, that's for sure!

    It's like if I had gotten to where I am now by heading up to the police and handing them a few critters to distract them while my boys did drug deals in their cafeteria. Sure, the critter might be cute, but no matter its claws or venom, all the police has to do is put them down and go for my dealers.”


    “He should've listened, damn it! I was a border guard! The intel was top-notch and based on the asset protection fleet's own experience!”

    “I'll never know why you left that post, Robert. All I had heard of Imperial border guards is that they became rich without doing anything. Can't say it's not a taste for crime either.”​

    “I wasn't on Vurl-Zaldr, but in the Empire, damnit! Sorry for the outburst, boss. Here, you've got governor Prakhti in your pocket – is he still clinging to that 0% crime rate lie?”

    “He is, not that it does us any good any more. That's how you do it! You don't walk to the station unarmed, you make deals with the government to know what you have to do.

    May not work on the Empire, but then again, the Chairman knew what awaited us.”

    “I heard from some of my old buddies before leaving. They were posted in Uflao. Imperial inspectors arrived incognito one day, got offered safe passage through the wormhole to the Union. My old friends then had a choice between Redemption Legion or capital punishment. Should have skipped a step as shortly after they were all slaughtered in that gruesome attack on C.A.R.E.

    The old Empire took its isolationism seriously. Mind you, that was under Theudis XV, not under that sociopath Leon. He basically encouraged border guards to take bribes, before I got out anyway. Something along the lines of 'whoever is stupid enough to leave Imperial space is free to do so'.

    On the other hand, he put a generous price on every shot down intruder ship. A miracle the refugees from the Vailon War got through, guards must have been on coffee break. We should have known what was coming – the Empire leaving its gates wide open was such on obvious trap.

    Still, I walked right into it. Can proudly count myself amongst the Empire's dumbest. Yet if I remained there, I'd probably drown myself in booze by now for all the people I condemned to their deaths.”


    “Instead, you are partaking in said deaths. How noble. For an idiot.”

    “Thanks, boss. Very motivating.”

    “Only the best for my loyal second-in-command. Though I have to ask: Any chance your old monarch might call off the attack? That we might... make a deal? We've never had it any better. Save for that whole 'pure-death-looming-in-orbit' thing. We've got a lot to offer.”

    “I see your sarcasm is unshakeable as always.”

    “Cultural trait, I guess. How'd you Humans call it? Stiff upper lip?”

    “Maybe. Never reached us where I'm from, some forgotten town far away from everything.” Robert shook his head. “From a basic imperial citizen's perspective – Leon might rather negotiate with the devil himself than an alien. Hates all of you with a passion.

    And me? I'm a damned traitor. He'd rather have his men shoot first than talk.

    Lastly, we don't have anything to offer. What we might offer he either already has – or doesn't give a shit. The Traders' fleet is no match for the imperial one, that's all that matters when you have a planet-sized death ray. You could offer him a star made of solid gold or whatever drug strikes his fancy, he'd just sneer as he obliterates you.”


    “Thanks for your perspective. Always appreciated your honesty. So, this is it.” Tekar beckoned Robert closer, took out a package from his desk. Red powder... unmistakeably his cartel's top product.
    “I might partake then. Enjoy the fruits of my labour, every vice the cartel has to offer. Take a page out of the majority's book, for once. Heh. What do you think about that whole 'unbridled hedonism' thing going on? Other than that it's good for business, obviously.”

    “Well, we might have experience with the whole “certain doom at a certain date” thing. Historically. Guy named Roderic Chertans threatened to blow us all up if we didn't join the Empire. He did blow some countries up, too. Crazy nutjob. Took over the place as most hated man of all time from Kyrillos VIII's assassin Pavlos Samaras, who caused the Great War.

    History teaches us that public order crumbled nearly everywhere that was threatened until Gothic troops restored order. Took a long time for the Empire to reach a semblance of unity. Resentment has mostly died down by now, just a few hardcore cultural communities left. Probably inbred or dead by now.​

    Anyway, turns out Leon loves him. What a surprise. Our near-omnicidal maniac friend inspires himself from history's long-time most reviled character. Only he thinks the whole 'ultimatum' part is just getting in the way of death, so he doesn't give anyone a chance to avert that fate. No order to try and maintain if everyone's lease on life has ended.

    So, honestly? The whole unshackled lust for party that's been going on since that thing's appearance is the greatest middle finger we could ever hope to shove in Leon's fucking face, and I'm all here for it. We're going down, but not cowering in a corner crying. Might as well have the time of our life, knowing it'll end soon anyway. We embrace that fate.​

    I don't regret leaving that asshole's Empire behind one second.”


    “Right. Might even make peace with the Krztbak. If we bundle our resources, we can all have a hell of a time until the end.​

    Better than shooting each other for no long-term gain, anyway. Let's show our generous side, go out with a smile.”


    Robert's face suddenly lit up. “I've got a brilliant idea! We should send a missile with drugs towards the thing!”​

    “The ultimate act of defiance”. Tekar paused. Smiled. “Let's give our governor a call.”



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    <meeting of the Council of Ascension, Vallgar, 1st January 2384, 02:33 Cherson time>

    “We will persevere. The Humans don't know what they are messing with. Good work.” Consul Dack saluted the Council, then left.

    Indeed, the Vailon Confederacy had achieved a major breakthrough. Or at least they hoped so. Space Storm Obr-Few had been unleashed. This should slow down the Imperial advance, after they overran the former Figyari territory in a flash, and give the Confederacy more time to prepare. Dabbax and Endurga fleets had already retreated from the Confederacy's space, with their immediate survival being a far more pressing matter.

    Firing Harbinger sent ripples through the Shroud that violently resonated within every Vailon. Billions of lives, snuffed out in an instant – of course, the Shroud reverberated. And the Vailons had researched this parallel dimension far more than any other star nation.

    The Consul's previous declarations weren't just empty threats. This very Council of Ascension had been created to bring about the species' apotheosis. First steps were already taken. With the powers of the Shroud, Vailon ships were rarely made out of special alloys, but rather appeared hastily cobbled together with minerals, held together with the influence of Vailon psychics.

    The first step towards a grand-scale psionic awakening were already taken. All Vailons held that innate potential, though for now, it is but 3% who are active psionics. Enough to give the Confederacy a wide edge. The Council kept a close eye on the Shroud, could gain valuable intel out of it, and use it to hinder its enemies. Like Obr-Few, created by psionic Vailons.

    “You don't think the Humans can strike back, do you?”

    “No, not at all. Brother Jurg has closely monitored the imperial power level. While intelligence points towards an Imperial population of around 250 billion people, Jurg isolated barely 65.349 individuals tapping into the Shroud, mainly for individual combat purposes, with only two dozen pursuing scientific aims. All that with the assistance of some gadget.”

    “And yet, their High Emperor is allegedly a psionic as well.”

    “Humans don't really have psionics – reports from the few purge refugees say that they have “wizards”, highly-trained military officers who influence the Shroud to gain an edge in a fight. But it is true – a peculiar signature in the Shroud corresponds to the reported position of the High Emperor, far brighter than the hundred others surrounding it. If it is Leon, than he must massively amplify his power somehow.”

    “Can't we evict him from the Shroud?”

    “Sister Farg tried. Her mind was fried in the attempt.”

    “So that's why she is no longer among us here.”

    “Indeed. She can now barely generate enough energy to hold a corvette together.”

    “Such a great loss.”

    “Obr-Few bought us precious time, but we can't rest on our laurels. Any ideas?”

    “We should push through the Aetherophasic Engine. Ascension is our best bet to turn the tables on the Empire. We could harvest Confederacy stars...”

    “Impossible. Not only in terms of sacrifice – we couldn't assemble enough dark matter – it would take far too long.”

    “We should attempt to isolate ourselves. Or the enemy. Cut the hyperlanes.”

    “Now that is a brilliant idea, Brother Lant! Please, elaborate.”

    “Hyperlanes lead through the Shroud. If we cut them off, then the Empire would have to employ STL-travel to reach us – and we all know they wouldn't even reach the new border within Leon's lifetime.”

    “This might be our greatest hope. I shall present it to the Consul.”


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    Thorismondi stopped her meditation. She was right to monitor the Shroud, once again going against every other so-called expert's advice. Her highly experimental listening device worked before it vanished somewhere in that dimension.

    Though she now experienced severe migraine, like if she had lost a part of herself in the Shroud, undergone some kind of full-body mitosis. A weird feeling, for certain. Sadly enough, it was the part of her that knew how to build the listening device.

    It was as her esteemed colleagues often said: “Science explains cause and effect, so you can understand something and repeat it. If science fails, but you really need something done, and just once is enough, ask Thorismondi.”

    Heh. She was proud of her reputation. A miracle worker in the good, untainted sense of the word.

    In any case – the Vailons didn't know that through a massive effort she led with her late colleague Dragomirov, the Empire had managed to attach Eden's system to the hyperlane network. Their efforts might be doomed, for the whole existing network was already mapped and recreating hyperlanes should be an easier task.

    Even for the little number of SPELL-wielders. The Empire had quality.









    <personal log of Imperial colonist Sisenando Leonites, equatorial transit station, Earth, 18th February 2384, 12:00 Cherson time>

    “A new life awaits you in the colonies.” Huh. That old saying never lost its lustre. Not after soon two centuries of FTL-travel. Not since the Veil was settled. It remains as tempting as ever.

    Why else would I be here today, abandoning my little restaurant at Cherson's leisure harbour?

    They always say that life in the capital provides everything imaginable. My prospective neighbour asked me why I would leave that behind. She's from Kyrillia, and claimed that she longed to experience what her ancestors found when they discovered the land. Good for her.

    Visiting the capital as a tourist as she did is quite different from actually living there. It's crowded. While Earth isn't just one gigantic city like these Dabbax planets, the Endurgan capital Durgassa, or the highly-coveted newly-restored Pallas (for the umpteenth time, no, I am not interested in moving to Pallas! You'd think today's advertising technologies would finally understand, but no), Cherson has expanded far beyond Cherson proper, the old centre behind the Theudisian Walls.

    The Jewel of the Empire has sprawled out so far that it reached the statue of Leon Soldaia, the Defender of Gothia's famous stand in the Melting War as Crimea's natural border, before the government decided to forbid further construction. It is sometimes hard to imagine that the medieval Gothic monarchs, despite reaching all the way to China, held the majority of their power thanks to what today is just one city, Cherson.


    I long for some peace and quiet. And yes, while the Empire is at war, there's no effect on us common people. Unlike the Sentinel War's great food crisis, the High Emperor is on a complete offensive in this conflict, leaving Imperial worlds untouched – on the contrary, some prices are falling due to an abundance of “salvage” brought in.

    So yes, Pallas was no option, damn it! I don't want to trade a big city for an even bigger one covering the whole planet, even if it is relatively empty for now. I've got more than a century left in these bones, I reckon. Time enough for the planet to attract billions of people.

    My choice had to be a pristine, untouched world. So not one of the desolate alien planets where the government deployed Harbinger. Sure, it's got the advantage of existing infrastructure – but it is alien existing infrastructure. And I'd have close neighbours soon either way.

    Besides, the government mentions that “cleaning is underway”. Who knows how the colussus works? Would be nice if it is as clean as instant vaporization, but I doubt that. That “cleaning” must be a messy affair.



    No, Mars was perfect. Humanity's old dream had finally been realized – Mars had been terraformed. A smaller Earth. Peace and quiet as I could open a farm far away from the growing cities. And if I craved the old city again – it wasn't far away.

    My own calm place in the heart of the Empire. Worth all the bureaucracy I had to go through to fulfil that dream.




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    <Sif Gunnarrsson, Dabba Naxan, 12th February 2386, 01:36 Cherson time>

    Singh didn't survive the initial mission, the devious automated defence system's shrapnel killing him fairly quickly. Not the last to go. Twelve more fell victim to similar defences over the years.

    Gregoras went boom as he tried looting what was obviously a military facility, ignoring Theoderic's warnings.

    When she accompanied Túpac to what looked like a wealthy executive's villa, the Audarician got impaled in front of her eyes. While he tried to take some sort of painting.

    The owner must have really liked that painting. Probably worth a fortune – but only on the alien market. To human eyes, it was a uniform shade of red. Sif thought it was worthless. Túpac probably agreed, but wanted the thing for himself and his own weird preferences.

    He paid for it with his life. Poor guy. Gunnarrsson herself had looked to disable the security system at the time. Since then, she went scavenging on her own.


    Scavenging was not in itself dangerous work. But the money was where the danger was. You could spend the whole day going from apartment to apartment and end up with nothing but some baubles and a little jewellery. Or you could tackle places which likely had some defensive system, and grab more there than you'd make in months of tedious apartment-searching.

    And with the Imperial advance experiencing its first setback in the Pash system, where the Marshal herself of all people failed to take the station, taking the war to the Vailons seemed to be less and less of a priority, so more Dabbax security systems, prolific throughout Trader space and likely also present, if perhaps less lethal, on Union planets, had to be cracked in the future.

    With the boss breathing down your neck and most certainly replacing you for the next trip. There was a lot of money to be made, and the boss had no patience for small-scale gains. Explains how Dimitri, already a wealthy man before, had now retired to a villa on Eden, something he could never have afforded before, leaving his daughter Olga in charge. Olga had expanded to bring two more ships with her, with ever-changing personnel to satisfy her dream of buying and modernizing the old Novgorodian kings' residence. For that, she needed an astronomical sum far higher than the already mind-bogglingly expensive villa of her father.

    It was her first expedition. To finance her dream, they had to hit high-value, high-risk targets. Thus they landed on recently neutron-swept Dabba Naxan – the former capital of the Dabbax Traders, where naturally much of its wealth would be centralized, as their managers had likely been the richest aliens of the galaxy. What Olga didn't think about was that these targets were naturally also high priority for the Imperial cleaning squads, not to mention that three ships were less discreet.


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    Sif's first encounter with a cleaning squad had burnt itself into her memory just like Túpac's last moments. She'd been carrying her latest haul back to the ship, landed at the city's edge, when a group of vehicles came closer. Well-versed in Imperial manufacturers, she recognized the eagle of Lanteric, the Gothic market-leader since the 20th century.

    Competition, she thought. Numerous. Well, tough luck for them, best loot's already been taken. Only that they weren't competition. But Imperial soldiers. Weird that they didn't drive any of Lanteric's military models, but rather old civilian ones that had definitely seen better days. There was no time to worry about that, as the soldiers surrounded the ship.

    Their leader, introducing himself as Captain Kyrillos Mekanes, asked for Dimitri by name, his vessel swiftly identified. They talked a while. Negotiations, it seemed. Captain Mekanes was sure that they were breaking some kind of Imperial Law while being here, trying to claim imperial spoils of war as their own.​

    The old man's attempts to explain their presence were stoically ignored for quite some time. In the meantime, those of the men who weren't needed to surround the ship went to work – heading to the nearest buildings, throwing out corpses, then setting them on fire. Their equipment was reminiscent of the purifiers. Supremely disciplined as expected of the Imperial Army, Sif could only watch in wonder.

    Negotiations ended with Dimitri making a generous donation to the war effort – leaving their entire loot behind and paying 75 million Imperillos. Their whole trip was worth nothing that time, and most were glad not to have ended up prisoners.



    That's why she didn't like Olga's way. Sure, with the immense amount of ground to cover, the cleaning squads were very thin-spread, and often only with their purifying flamethrower and uniform as only military equipment. But nobody in their right mind would oppose Imperial soldiers, and by now all troops must have been issued their orders concerning private scavengers.

    She'd heard that Jeanne had enlisted and joined the cleaning squads after their encounter. The latest military news had pointed out the high ratio of soldiers from Acrisia and praised their spirit in combating the alien, stating that their sacrifices against Finus and Sentinels made them the hardiest people of the Empire.​

    She and Theoderic were the last of Dimitri's first crew who were still there. Most of the survivors retired from scavenging swiftly. Profits were good enough that one could do that. Sif herself might even be able to retire to Nanite's Gift again despite the high prices. But she came to enjoy her work – always a new discovery, a new challenging security system. She'd either retire a queen one day, but only when she no longer felt the thrill. Or die in the field. Always possible.

    Theoderic became some sort of overseer, guiding the newbies with his wealth of experience. He'd always point to Sif when saying what a few expeditions under your belt would turn you into.

    "A loner with a nose for treasure", he joked.



    In any case, Dabba Naxan didn't disappoint in terms of wealth. And bloodthirsty security mechanisms. Thanks to their advanced robotics, lethal force was apparently widespread to deal with any criminals. Come to think of it, she'd never seen a Dabbax prison, though there were no doubt many living beyond the law during the Trader's heyday.

    She had just hacked out a killerbot's power source when she found it. A mummy. Sure, she had seen a lot of them before, but this one was different. It was a girl. Human, perhaps eight years old. What did she do here?

    Of course, she'd heard rumours. Of people leaving the Empire clandestinely. But she never believed them. Yet here was a proof right in front of her eyes. The girl surely didn't leave the Empire on her own. Her only crime was to be born in, or taken to, the wrong place. And she apparently lived in quite the lavish villa.

    A good life, cut short far too early. Could it have been her? If roles were reversed, would this girl, or her parents, support the neutron sweep of Earth. Sif was torn and remained still for a while. Some tears rolling down her cheeks.

    Only shaken out of her stupor when she was faced with two Imperial soldiers. Oh, shit.


    “Incredible. A survivor.” The first guy looked amazed.

    “Impossible.” The second soldier was unmoved. He aimed his purifier at her.

    “Well, I say she's alive, unlike the other one.” He still looked like a man who had seen a woman for the first time.

    “Deserter, then. Or one of these dirty scavengers.” The man sneered at the last word.

    “Could have been the mother, though! We haven't see her around!” Guy's optimism was admirable, at least.

    “Riiight. We've seen the guardian bot though. And this villa just so happened to be robbed while Harbinger fired.” The two were your typical pair of comedians: the optimist and the sceptic.

    “Could happen! Hedonism needs money, too.”

    “Give it up, will you? You! Come with us.” Sceptic guy signalled Sif over.

    “What if she doesn't speak Goth?”

    “Shut up, Ioulianos.”



    Sif judged her chances in a fight. Might be able to take them with the element of surprise. Dealing with killerbots made her quite nimble. Optimist certainly doesn't expect it, and Sceptic won't burn his friend. But the rest of their squad was surely nearby. And people stupid enough to attack Imperial soldiers signed their own death warrants. Not an exciting prospect.​

    She nodded. Mumbled “just don't burn her.”

    “Traitors deserve no other fate.”

    “But – she's a child!”

    “Dead is dead. Take it to His Imperial Majesty. Organics are to be burned, lithoids to be processed.”

    Optimist chimed in, oddly happy. “Purified of sin, just like in the inquisition days.”

    “Is that supposed to be comforting? Just shut up already.”

    Sif made another attempt. “Listen, I know what you are thinking, but you can't-”

    “We can and we will. Now, move. Ioulianos!”

    He sighed. “Sure, sure. Way to crush a man's hopes.”


    As Sif followed Sceptic, Ioulianos picked up the mummified girl like a bag of trash. The other cleaners of the squad had already amassed some corpses on a bonfire, and the girl ended there too, before Ioulianos sent another flame spewing out of his purifier.

    The squad was moving on as Sceptic shoved Sif into his transport and headed back to base. Her scavenging days were likely over. Who knew what the army would do with her?





    <Dharbal Vullush, visionary, Starport of the Sorcimax system, former HQ of the galactic market, United Endurga Union, 3rd March 2386, 14:21 Cherson time>

    “We are as ready as we will ever be. If we aren't ready now, it's too late.” Dharbal had the worst hangover ever. It felt worth it at the time, but now he really regretted it. Especially with Qull deeply mired in regret.

    “But...”

    “No buts! You are free to remain here, of course.” His poor head...

    Qull's tentacles went up in protest. “Never! You know that where you go, I go. Only – this is our only chance. We need to make it count.”

    “Do you think I don't know that? The Dabbax Traders are as good as history, Imperial fleets keep advancing through Endurga space... it won't be long before they are here.

    Dabba Naxan is gone. Durgassa will be gone if they aren't saved by some miracle. This station will soon be nothing more than drifting debris.

    We have to leave. Now.”


    Ever since refugees from the aftermath of the Spine War had relayed stories of imperial atrocities, their genocidal purges first and foremost, Dharbal had lobbied the Union for his Ark project. He feared that if the Empire took over the Union, it would spell the end for the once-proud Endurgan species – and for the pluralistic society they had built in their second try at space-faring nation.

    He proposed a third try. Enormous ark ships, built to flee a possible Imperial advance at STL-speeds, able to sustain themselves for eternity, if well-maintained.​

    The Union had laughed it off at first. The Empire had managed a small victory against the Traders. Now they knew which foe to expect and could adequately prepare. The Empire's monolithic structure was a clear disadvantage and they couldn't hope to match the productivity of the Union and the Traders joined together in defence.

    After the Javorian War, his idea was waved aside with far less arrogance. But pumping outrageous sums into an ark ship would have been a politically disastrous signal - “look at us, the captains readying themselves to flee the sinking ship before it has even left the harbour”. Nobody wanted to make this decision and save a good number of people at the cost of their career.

    Things could always not escalate. High Emperor Leon had deployed the Javorian Pox, which had only been defeated by the combined efforts of Figyari, Dabbax and Endurgan scientists working non-stop. But it had been stopped. Billions of Figyari were sent to work themselves to death in imperial labour camps – but these people were slavers anyway. Might be the imperial sense of irony at work.

    Such display of blind hope Dhurbal had not seen since Huggusid's electoral campaign. The deluded squid thought that she'd soon become president despite not even half a percent of the vote. Given out of pity, probably.

    He turned to the private sector. A clear net loss was of course not interesting for any company – especially as they'd either all be dead in case the ark ships were needed or wouldn't have any special role in the ships' “government”.

    What little donations his initiative collected were far from enough to even start to build one ark ship. Then Leon declared war to the entire galactic community, his intention clear to anyone with half a brain.


    Only now it was too late to build an ark ship. Hope prevailed over reason. With the fall of the Durg system, interest in his project was on the rise. Dhurbal suddenly had the required means, but not the required time. His team frantically worked on a second-rate solution, and they refurbished a small freighter fleet as well as possible.

    It should be able to cover the needs of a small population, as long as shuttles could travel between the ships, over a few generations at least. Better than nothing. But there were still doubts, and Qull voiced them frequently.

    The Union, readying the defences, dismissed the threat's intensity. Understandable if they didn't want the complete collapse of their authority, but misguided. The Ark Initiative organized a private lottery across all safe systems, with 123.450 people as lucky winners.

    These people had spent the last few months familiarizing themselves with the fleet, making last arrangements. And now was the time for departure.​

    Vullush dreaded the moment to come. He was to give a speech to his hopeful. Sadly, he'd woken up today and wasn't still passed out. He'd keep it brief.

    The Sorcimax station had emptied as the ark refugees had taken to their ships. The initiative's founder would give the signal for departure. His voice rang out in every nook of the repurposed freighters.



    “Take a good look at Gluggush when we leave. At the Sorcimax Station. Burn that moment into your memory. Etch it into the deepest recesses of your brains. This shall be our burden. Yet also the light we carry into the future.​

    Tell me, do you know your last departure from Durgassa, if you had ever been to the capital? Probably not. Either routine, or the end of a more or less enjoyable trip. Nothing extraordinary. And that is a true shame.

    The ancestral homeland of the Endurga is not yet lost – but it as well might be. Dabba Naxan is lost. The Imperial advance seems unstoppable. That is why we are all here.​

    To prove that it will not succeed. That no matter how hard that maniac Leon tries, he cannot exterminate all “unworthy” life in the galaxy. Think of the memory you are about to make. Of all those you have made before.

    All of this shall survive. Even if we are to endlessly drift among stars on the search of a new home, it shall survive. In all of us.

    The Empire will not prevail over the Union. The history of all those lost will not be forgotten.



    It is time for our new future.”



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  • Great Galactic War - III



    <Galactic Senate, Endurgan Capital of Durgassa, 12th March 2387, 15:12 Cherson time>


    “You want WHAT?”

    “He can't be serious.”

    “Why is that guy still here?”

    “What else did we expect?”

    “Is that his kind of humour?”

    “BURN HIM!”



    Alaric Thathicos, the Councillor of Humanity, basked in the outrage. Sometimes he wondered why he was still alive. Freely walking the streets of a doomed planet.

    The Union had declared that they stood for freedom. Leaving the Human Councillor alone was a sign. A sign for their moral victory.

    Well, he wasn't going to complain. Let them enjoy their useless moral victory, as long as the Empire achieves all other victories, which everything points towards.



    It would be nice if his own plan ended up in victory. Galactic custodianship. The bill that caused all the outrage. Emotionally, Alaric couldn't really blame them, but politically?... Actually, he couldn't blame them either.​

    While he implied with the proposal of the bill that it might appease his dear cousin, he was pretty sure that nobody was fooled. Save perhaps for that one Endurgan senator who would be the perfect image of the drooling idiot – if he could drool, that is. Coincidentally, it was the senator who had attended most of Alaric's dinners. No connection there, definitely.



    He waited the storm out some more before clearing his throat. “My dearest senators!”​

    “Victims, you mean!”

    “Enemies!”

    “Give us back the dead!”



    The shouting continued a while. It was soothing. Alaric revelled in animosity. He'd taken to only wear clothes clearly marking him as an Imperial official lately, and he'd been attacked more than once, only for his guards to dispatch the attackers and the police to detain them afterwards with clenched teeth (sometimes figuratively).

    The Councillor made another attempt at speaking, while the Speaker of the Senate, a Dabbax, not even tried to restore order. “Just...” The noise overwhelmed the assembly.


    So much even for the moral victory. Alaric grinned. He wasn't fighting the most vicious battles, yes. But he denied his enemies even the slightest triumph.

    He returned to his seat, widely gesturing in celebration, earning himself even more ire. Some senators had to be restrained in order not to launch themselves at the Human delegation.

    Using his council powers, he had forced the bill on the floor. Not that the Senate could do anything against the Imperial advance in the first place, but now they also had to debate granting the Empire galactic custodianship.

    Alaric congratulated himself on a job well done.​


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    <Gaddamod squad, Hulfir marauder, orbit of Miggirius, 2nd June, 2388, 17:13 Cherson time>

    “Holy... he must be compensating for something.”

    “What's that supposed to mean?”

    “Dunno. Picked it up from a Human on Durgassa who talked about Councillor Alaric's newest car. Thing was around thrice as big as his.”

    “Eh, doesn't matter anyway.”



    The flagship of the Empire. The High Emperor himself had come with the War Saint to witness the last moments of the Hulfir. And now, the last warriors of the Khanate were throwing themselves at this massive warship in a last-ditch effort.

    Though they all knew that the chances of success were minuscule at best.



    Khan Mashgirg's plan for this war was to do the unexpected and hit the Imperial core worlds, hard. If it failed, at least they would die a warrior's death, on the offensive as befits a true Hulfir.

    Well, Mashgirg was quickly proven right. In 2380, all three Hulfir fleets were annihilated. Those trying to go through the Carmenekke-Uflao wormhole met Minotaur. In Oxcliri, Garuda stopped them before they even came near to Imperial space.

    And the Khan himself had just led his fleet through the L-Gate, attempting to launch an attack on Succubus' Bawl, when his galleon's bridge was instantly vaporized by the ion cannon the Imperials had placed in Terminal Egress. The Khan's ships never left the system.


    Not long after, word of the Imperial superweapon had spread. Ever since, the remaining Hulfir government prepared. Without any spatial warships, everyone knew that it was likely hopeless. But they did so anyway. Built transport shuttles en masse. Every Hulfir who could handle a weapon was sent to Miggirius, likely the Empire's last target.

    All for this one moment. A full-scale assault on the War Saint. Chief Muggur couldn't help but respect the Human Empire. The Hulfir were warriors. United under Daggagom, they had set out to claim the galaxy. But faced with that thing, Muggur knew they could never succeed.

    His people respect strength. And the Humans had beaten them. Soundly. He'd also seen Leon's show of strength as he struck down a Sentinel himself. If there was a man who was worthy of claiming the Hulfir's lives, then it was him. Good.



    The engineers had made the decision to relay the information picked up by the transport's sensors to the crew's optic receptors. Weaklings like the Endurga wouldn't understand. Seeing the devastating battle played out would surely be bad for morale, they would say.

    Warchief Dekkpatum estimated that over 90% of the shuttles would be shot down before reaching the War Saint's construction bays. The shuttles' prospective entry points. And even if they made it there, the Imperials would just await them with massive firepower.


    Well, in at most a few days Harbinger would be firing. Then they'd all be dead anyway. So today was a good day to die. Let none be able to say that the Hulfir went quietly!

    Muggur's shuttle crashed into the construction bay. They'd made it. The Chief fastened his grip around the Sluhtham, the traditional weapon of his people, and led his squad to charge out.

    The construction bay was full of shuttle carcasses and dead fungi, blown to bits from all sides. It wasn't much of a battle, more like a slaughter. With hardly anyone wielding modern weaponry, it was to be expected. The Hulfir were seeking death. And even well-armed, they would hardly be able to even control the construction bay.

    Before Muggur had found a target, a salvo of projectiles hit him. A glorious death.



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    <Sif Gunnarrsson, Imperial Salvager on board of the Desire, 8th May 2389, 14:53 Cherson time>

    Gunnarrsson looked out of the window. Dabba Naxan, finally left behind. What had started as a potentially lucrative opportunity had been a financial disaster. Intercepted by a cleaning squad, she had spent a few days as basically a prisoner of war in their camp, although she had quickly identified herself as an Imperial citizen.

    The conquered planet, just as any other where Harbinger had passed, was under martial law until colonization was authorized, and any object on the planet had become imperial property with the conquest. That was the final reason given to her as to why the popularly called “scavenging” was forbidden – scavengers weren't just walking into and taking abandoned property, they were stealing from the Empire itself.

    While the government was very tolerant towards opinions, guaranteeing full freedom of speech, if someone put criticism of the Empire into action, the full might of the law would come bearing down on the perpetrator, the punishments for actions against state property higher than against private property, the justification being that those who disregard the state threaten society as a whole.

    With the first wave of scavengers having grown rich swiftly, more and more people sought their luck rummaging through alien remains, and so the Ministry of the Interior had to take action eventually.




    It took them three years to work out a solution. Sif guessed they could have done so faster, but the Ministry had given in to demands from the military to leave the appearance of “open scavenging season” alone so that the cleaning squads had some diversions.


    Indeed, during the time of her captivity, cleaning squads often set out to subdue scavengers. She herself had managed to gain some degree of freedom by putting her experience to good use, identifying the most promising spots on the planet for scavenging with the data available to any potential newcomer, which were swiftly put under greater observation. Thanks to Sif's intelligence, multiple smaller ships and their crews, who had slipped through the surveillance sensors, were captured. She felt like a dirty traitor.

    But better that than to be deported to Yarus Prime. The purges there had ended, but the status as penal colony had not. By all accounts, it wasn't a pleasant place to be, and she had no inclination to see if these rumours were based in truth. In exchange for her intelligence, and her workforce in cleaning, she could stay. Though she had to pay for everything herself, and the soldiers always treated her like an intruder.




    These three years were hard, but then the Ministry of the Interior finally made a somewhat expectable move. They regulated scavenging. Recognizing that there was far too much ground to cover (Sif liked to imagine hordes of officials following the cleaning squads, carefully categorizing every alien thing for the Imperial records), the Ministry would issue “Salvaging Permits”. After applying for and being granted the expensive permit, the Empire would relinquish its property for half its value.


    The profits generated would easily pay for the expansion of the war effort and the greater imperial megastructures. Two megashipyards, soon three science nexi, a sentry array, the strategic coordination centre... Imperial might was expensive to expand, but measures like the Salvaging Permits allowed the Ministry to even lower taxes instead of raising them.​

    Although the hefty price to pay kept scavenging the better option for plenty of people, Gunnarrsson guessed. People who would then live in fear of Imperial retribution and who would have to turn to the black market to peddle their goods. Or end up in her position – at best.



    With her wealth of experience and, most importantly, a good word from her military captors, Sif's application was swiftly approved, and so she became the first official Imperial Salvager. Unlike a lowly scavenger, who merely looted a battlefield, a salvager had the distinct honour of retrieving imperial property, thus advancing the Imperial cause.

    Using the funds she had gained through her previous scavenging, she bought the Desire to start her new journey. Now with Imperial blessing. What did she think back in the day? That what she did was perfectly legal?

    Well, now it was. And now she did it for the Empire, too.

    But first, get away from Dabba Naxan, and never return. Then find a good crew, for the long run. She'd still get her hands dirty, it was her life. Who would have thought that she'd get a passing mention in Imperial chronicles?

    It was a new time of opportunity – in the Empire. For everyone else, it was the day of judgement.





    <log of Claxtrp, Dabbax scientist, Pharus Mandate, Trappist system, 13th December 2390, 06:11 Cherson time>

    There was movement in the starbase. Again. For the third time already since the occupation of the system by Imperial forces, the commanding officer of the base is being promoted to admiral.


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    Our fleet is no more. Our homeland is no more. No matter if you are from Dabba Naxan or any of the colonies. Harbinger has been there. So now we few remaining Dabbax are just waiting for our annihilation on three planets we have taken from the Vailons – hostile population included. Though for now, facing death, they are quite amenable.


    Especially since the Empire is advancing into Confederacy space. The only remaining spatial force to face the ruthless conqueror. Their “psionic” abilities, no matter how impressive – what a shame I cannot study them! – are their main weapon against the maniac. Yet these powers alone will surely not be enough, we hope they have a plan. Some powerful secret. For now, things are looking bleak.

    Yet we are showing spirit. Assembling ships, sending them to attack the starbase. Trying to get a foothold in space again. A place where we can build interstellar ships.


    Being repelled time and time again though, it is not sustainable. And the Empire loves rubbing salt in the wound with all these promotions, installing the former commanders of the Trappist station as leaders of new fleets which all pass through the system to pick up their new admirals.

    Not to mention time is running away. So our greatest hope is Project Sri. Named after... a Human, of all things.



    Srijayanavarman, only called Sri by everyone else, came from the Human colony of Aegis. It was named as such due to the permanent, impermeable shield surrounding it. Humans managed to settle the old world only due to the shield generator having been installed by another party on one of the planet's moons, and then uncovered a kind of pocket galaxy where its inhabitants had escaped to.

    Sri could give no other information, but he renewed our hope. For years now, we've pooled all our resources to search for a solution. The “pocket galaxy” was deemed to ambitious. Who knows how many centuries the shielded species had needed to create it – too many, certainly.

    So we are working on shields. All we've managed to do so far is to increase our planetary defences, which is nice, but utterly useless against Harbinger. It's a race against time, and things aren't looking good.

    But hope dies last. We've still got hope. Thanks to that, we've still got order. Order that has been crumbling all over imperially-occupied systems. The Looming Death hasn't come to us yet, but it will.



    We HAVE to finish the shield before then. We have to.





    <Councillor Alaric Thathicos, Galactic Senate, Endurgan Capital of Durgassa, 4th March 2391, 19:37 Cherson time>


    “Councillor, we aren't safe here.”

    “We are staying as long as we need to. Whatever managed to break through that thing – we've got it. After all, we've caused it.”​

    “With all due respect...”

    “Just break through!” Alaric looked up to see what gave his men so much trouble. The Galactic Senate was so close, yet so far. The building still stood, and that was his chance. Luckily, he had taken shelter when his cousin informed him of the upcoming battle – else he would have been in there when it happened.


    A gigantic wing (if that's the right word) of the Dugglensch IX, the Endurgan juggernaut, was sticking out of the Senate. This “small” piece of debris was still two kilometres high. By some miracle, the impact hadn't flattened the whole area. Survivors of the juggernaut's initial destruction must have activated some emergency measures to slow the thing's descent down.​

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    The Endurga had made a concentrated final effort to take back their capital. Now, the debris was an inescapable reminder of the fact that the Endurga had lost that battle, and the war. High Emperor Leon had already announced that only the Vailons were still resisting. Despite billions of the Union still alive and somewhat well on the planets. They were all cut off from space and thus inconsequential.



    Yet Alaric was still on Durgassa. Yet he could feel that the authorities wouldn't shield him from popular anger at what he represented much longer. With the ultimate defeat coming ever closer, his life hung ever more precariously in the balance. Which made his success today all the more important. He didn't just want to slither away like a coward. That would just be a small victory for the loser. Unacceptable for a scion of the imperial line!

    “We are through!”




    Finally. Alaric clapped his men on the back as they cheered, having finally, after arduous months of work, created a passage through the wing piece. Alaric stepped into a floor of the juggernaut, or rather where a wall would be, and strode towards where the Senate would have been.

    It wasn't easy to get through, but he finally did it. Reached the formerly august hall. What remained of it. His seat was crushed by tons of Endurgan alloy. The Speaker's seat was just covered by some rubble. Excellent. Remains of the Speaker included. Less excellent.

    Holding his nose, Alaric ordered one of his men to get rid of rubble and Speaker, another one to clean up the seat.

    Then took his place. Cleared his throat. “Today, our Galactic Senate has assembled to vote on the merits of the bill presented by His Most Esteemed Councillor of the Human Empire, Alaric Thathicos...”

    Presenting himself in a better light than usual, but else he thought that he'd mimicked the Speaker's protocol well enough. Then came the vote. Alaric felt generous – he'd count the absent and dead as “abstaining”. At least those whose place wasn't taken by his men, the whole Human delegation, guards, servants. A clear majority.



    Today was the day the vote would have been called if the Senate hadn't been destroyed. Well, the vote was still called, at exactly the usual time. So it would be official.

    The Empire was now Galactic Custodian. An empty title, for sure. But a nice final victory for Alaric before he had himself evacuated from Durgassa.

    The Senate would reform somewhere in Imperial space, happily nodding through whatever His Imperial Majesty desired.



    Thanks to yours truly.



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  • Great Galactic War - IV



    <Her Imperial Majesty Yuko, Imperial Palace of Cherson, 1st May 2392, 11:39>


    “I know that you will do it to perfection.” The hologram chuckled. “It's you. And there is nothing sweeter than announcing a victory.”

    “The capital is in good hands, my love.”

    The High Emperor ended the connection. Yuko sighed.

    This was to be the day of victory. The aliens' starbases were now all under imperial control. If there were still any alien ships at large, then they were mere single ships somehow evading detection.

    Yet her husband, despite insisting that she should proclaim the imperial victory in the Great Galactic War, was unwilling to return to Earth and enjoy the fruits of imperial labour. The war was both won and not yet won enough.




    Leon's Paradox.



    The High Empress could guess why. Leon was a warrior through and through. He wanted to live in his element as long as possible. What would her man do once there was peace?

    Probably look for another fight to pick. Task Thorismondi with expanding the imperial reach, to more systems at first, more galaxies, more dimensions. He was insatiable, full of determination. One of the qualities she loved of him.


    Still – she thought of her place in this conflict. In the Empire as a whole. She was Japanese. Unlike the other cultures of humanity, the Japanese had not been subsumed in the Empire due to the Miracle Crisis, but had been conquered by the typically brutally cultural supremacist Goths during the age of exploration, like so many others. Cultures that the Emperors of that time erased, mostly with steel and blood.

    Japan managed to earn the Goths' respect. As a worthy opponent, the Japanese culture was allowed to survive. Even thrive under Gothic rule. And now, Yuko had become High Empress.

    Was there any lesson to be learned for the Great Galactic War? Like the Gothic Emperors of old, Leon was hell-bent on destroying anything alien. But has no alien truly won his respect? The tenacity of the Dabbax in Trappist is admirable, at least. The Hulfir were warriors to the end.



    Was total annihilation the right way to go on?



    But well – if the war was already won, then he surely wouldn't object to her accompanying him. The War Saint was big enough and well-accommodated, fitting of an imperial residence...

    There was a knock at the door. The servants, ready to prepare their mistress for the proclamation. Yuko bade them to enter, her thoughts drifting away from the speech to a trip around the galaxy.

    Though she was looking forward to the truly magnificent festive dress specially made for the occasion, she wasn't looking forward to wearing the imperial crown – the clearest symbol of imperial power was quite heavy.



    Still, she'd make it through Victory Day. And then finally join the victor.


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    <Nonna Thorismondi, ancient space station in the Kastaba system, 8th May 2394, 10:42 Cherson time>

    The scientific superstar walked through what they had identified as the command centre of the station once again. Her team joked that all her circling around was starting to leave its mark on the floor.

    Yet they were open to anything that might unlock Thorismondi's famed inspiration. All it might take was one flash of genius, and the secrets of the station would finally be unlocked. Nobody builds such a big base in space for no reason at all. It was likely top-secret, with plenty of protection against intruders like them, still working plenty of years later.


    Nonna's latest exploit was stopping Obr-Few, the Vailon-made space storm, which had enabled Victory Day to come at least two years sooner. Thanks to some captives made on a station orbiting Vallgar, where some members of the Council of Ascension lived.

    This Vailon apotheosis committee was probably one of the few remaining threats to the Empire, but Thorismondi had not managed to psionically intrude upon another of their meetings. She was beginning to think that her meddling with the Shroud had created her former colleague the Exile, which might explain a lot.

    The captives had, once their “cooperation” had been secured, divulged the creation of Obr-Few, which showed a few weak points the Imperial scientists had seized. They had also pointed Thorismondi towards this ancient station which Vailon scientists had not managed to crack for decades.

    Leon of course put his best woman to the task of finally unlocking its secrets. Now she'd already been there for years herself. But it was no reason to despair – all it took was one moment of genius.


    Lost in thought, the circling scientist tripped and fell against one of the consoles. Unexpectedly, she received some feedback. The thing started to stir. Might that be the great breakthrough? Were the builders using some kind of species-innate clumsiness to secure their station against aliens? Following up on that idea, Thorismondi began kicking the console while manipulating the console, and succeeded.

    Finally, the station came to life.


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    Its secrets were stored in the logs. Its builders were apparently in a situation similar to the aliens – they were on the brink of extinction, engaged in war with an aggressor who sought their demise. The station was to be an even greater weapon than Harbinger – able to devastate the attacker's planets from afar.

    It didn't work, but they had a few highly innovative ideas that might serve to increase Imperial weapon efficiency.




    A good thing the Vailons hadn't managed to secure that knowledge.





    <multi-species stealth ship Unity's Strength, log of Captain Daglug, 2nd July 2395>

    The combined forces of both the Dabbax and the Endurga science nexi. The pinnacle of cooperation between galactic nations, a vessel uniting the knowledge of many species. The Unity's Strength, built on the Dugglensch IX, the great juggernaut of the Union.

    Back then, we thought the thing would be indestructible. That was before the War Saint tore it to pieces.

    This ship was far smaller. And equipped with the absolute best stealth systems. Even imperial sensors will have trouble noticing the Unity's Strength despite it being destroyer-sized. As we departed, my mission was clear. While Dharbal Vullush's proposal for ark ships was shot down, the man wasn't taken for a madman. The Human threat was very much real. The US was to be the first element in specific countermeasures. It remained the only one.


    I was tasked by the President to unite the galaxy against Leon the Bloody. Instead, the Vailons took advantage of the Javorian War to weaken us even further. So, it's pretty clear that I must say that my mission failed. No matter how many heroic deeds we've pulled off in the meantime in quite lawless regions, the Empire flattened the population curves there too efficiently.

    Our greatest success was to unmask Noq Krekk, the media mogul, to be in league with the invader. The Krekks were apparently Imperial agents since the Spine War a century (70 Earth years) ago, and Noq had taken his father's mantle. Sowing misinformation and discontent, manipulating public opinion ever since, the Krekks had played their part in the Union's failure to prepare against Imperial aggression.

    Noq had met Councillor Alaric on more than one occasion for more than just his parties and interviews. We had tracked down one such meeting and found irrefutable evidence. Sadly, he managed to escape with the Councillor after that vermin proclaimed the Empire as Galactic Custodian in the destroyed Senate.


    This wasn't the last we heard of him. Alaric made sure that the developments of the Galactic Senate were broadcasted across all occupied systems. As it relocated to the Imperial planet of Pallas. As it made the Custodianship permanent.

    And now, the Councillor made sure that everybody knew of his newest plan. Proclaiming the Galactic Imperium. The bastard loves rubbing salt in wounds. He'd officially proclaim the peoples his Empire is at war with to be his monarch's subjects for basically no reason. Other than bragging.​

    According to the Senators I have spoken to, that's just his character. And that man was the imperial chief diplomat. We should have known long, long ago.



    But we've got bigger worries now – Harbinger has arrived in Durgassa's orbit.



    So now we've got no more choices. It is time for our last hope. The Unity's Strength has thoroughly tested the stealth drives in occupied space, but now we are putting them to the greatest test yet – passing through the L-Gate unnoticed.

    Vavvab the Gorf pilot couldn't help but point out that the Hulfir main fleet was massacred in Terminal Egress before even reaching their true destination.

    I'll never understand the shroom. He replaced the Hulfir Muggur as pilot when the latter wanted to take part in his species' “glorious end”. He'd been the Gorf ace pilot. And he'd been left completely broken by the Hierarchy's fleet having been wiped out by a single ship, even if that ship was the War Saint. He is now a depressed wreck, but still an ace pilot worthy of the US.

    The remainder of the crew, from the Dabbax thief to the Vailon psychic ex-prisoner, are more in a state of grim determination. That's what we need to pull this off.

    We had to pass through Terminal Egress, to reach Zultar's Maw, another Imperial system. Danger over there was far less, the Empire neglected that outpost a lot despite it harbouring a L-Gate. Due to bordering the Bodranite Archivists.

    Those ancients, who promised those entering their space “certain doom”. These are our goal. The Rax'Thalak, or even the NEX robots, may be more amenable to our request. But they are out of our reach. We can't push our luck going through more imperial systems than absolutely necessary.

    We need to reach the Bodranites, manage not to get blown to pieces, and convince them to intervene. For the galaxy, and for themselves, for Leon won't rest before even these old empires are crushed beneath his boot.




    <Sisenando Leonites, St.Kyrillos Place in front of the Cathedral, Cherson, 17th March, 2399>


    “Well look who it is. Sisenando!” Leonites turned around in the crowd. He had instantly recognized the voice.

    “Aikaterine. Long time no see, indeed.”

    “I still dream of your cakes, you know.”

    “Glad to hear they've left a lasting impact.”

    Aikaterine Monissa, a banker of the Fugrasus Bank, had been a regular at Leonites' restaurant. Over time, they had become good friends, though they hadn't kept in touch since he'd moved to Mars.

    “Got tired of watching the grass grow?”

    “I'd never. It's peaceful.”

    “Then what brings you to the old capital?”, Monissa asked despite the answer being obvious.

    Leonites tried to spread his arms, as much as possible in the thick crowd at least.

    “Thought you'd said 'peaceful'!”

    “I couldn't miss this. Still remember Leon's coronation. Fondly.”

    “You sure it's not just because the city was overflowing with people and thus guests?”

    “Bite me.” Leonites chuckled. “You know what I mean.”

    “Indeed. Where are you staying?”

    “My sister's place. She lives over in the Greek Quarter.”

    “You have to let me invite you while you're here. And make me your famous cherry cake.”

    “I think I'm a bit rusty with the tools of the trade...”

    “Now you're pulling my leg! Nobody can forget that level of mastery!”

    “All right, fine. Might be good to catch up. You wouldn't believe what Martian life is like...”



    The Imperial Anthem resounding over the place cut the two old friends short. The highlight of the day was fast approaching. Holograms of the cathedral's interior flickered to life, showing the ceremony in full.

    The venerable building itself was filled with the cream of the crop of imperial society. While the streets were full of people.

    That could only mean one thing – an imperial coronation was taking place. Though this time, even grander than ever before. Broadcast across the entire galaxy. Even though the Human craze on Vallgar had ended, even the Vailons wouldn't be able to turn their heads away.

    As the ceremony came to its peak, the old regalia of the Empire of Gothia were ready. The Pope was ready. And the imperial couple was ready.


    Leon and Yuko inclined their heads, and Pope Innocent placed the crown upon them. From now on, another title was added to their list.

    Galactic Emperor.



    As Leon surely already planned how to pacify his remaining unwilling subjects, a week of celebration would take place all across the new Galactic Imperium.



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    <Imperial admiral François Gérard, Wiyter system, 16th March 2402>


    “Good work, everyone. Set course for Zultar's Maw.”

    The battle was over. Gérard could now relax a bit. Though he would probably never know where that enemy came from.

    The “Acquisitor Fleet” of the “Bernat Thalassocracy”.

    Some aliens never heard of before and which probably never will be heard of ever again. Not after every single one of their 109 ships met their end.

    Then again, knowing Leon, these winged monkey-beasts poked the sleeping lion. And the lion was glad for his next meal. He had picked up the scent now. There was no way he'd rest before the insolent aliens who dared make demands of the Imperium were annihilated.



    Gérard searched for a bottle of red. Found it. Too many losses for champagne, but still a good victory. “Château de l'Empereur Soleil”. Year 2374. Excellent vintage.

    He had picked up the habit in the Great Galactic War. Since his promotion to admiral, Garuda had seen plenty of battle. He had earned himself the reputation of a ferocious admiral who never envisioned retreat, following firmly in the footsteps of Marshal Leroy.

    A good glass of wine was just what he needed to contemplate what the future might bring.


    The proclamation of the Galactic Imperium had attracted the first bandit alien. He was sure that this wasn't what Leon had in mind when he accepted his cousin's idea to push the Empire through the Galactic Senate, but that it was very much a good outcome for the monarch.

    If the lure of the Empire expanded its reach beyond the conventional hyperlane system (Was it through some special resonance in the Shroud? Probably only Thorismondi might figure that one out.), then there were more conquests on the horizon. More battles to fight.

    And a Galactic Emperor left in his true element.


    The peace under Leon after the Javorian War was to better prepare for war. He lived the old Roman maxim of “si vis pacem, pare bellum” perfectly. Plenty of people had feared what would happen once the galaxy was conquered. What would happen to the Galactic Emperor? Would he weep like Alexander, but really? What changes would rock the Imperium?

    Well, now they had their answer. Leon would continue to pare bellum. Only death could stop him. Even if the foe was not in sight, it existed somewhere. Be it beyond the hyperlanes. Be it beyond the galaxy. Be it beyond the universe.



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    But for now, there was another enemy to fight. Which is why Garuda wouldn't be able to enjoy their victory for long.


    Leon amassed his forces in Zultar's Maw, giving the occupied systems a short term of reprieve.

    Why? The Bodranite Archivists. They now called themselves the Bodranite Directors. Aiming to reclaim their glory.

    Or to put it in their words:


    “It is time to end this fifth galactic cycle.”


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    Nobody knew nor cared what they meant by that. They wouldn't be able to stand against the Imperium.​
     
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    <Bodranite soldiers Pad Jite and Wun Ladite, Scodd system, 13th February 2403, 15:47 Cherson time>

    “Don't you think we're fortunate, Wun?”

    “Sure.”

    “Don't give me an answer like that!”

    “What do you mean, then?”

    “To witness the end of the fifth cycle. An era ends, and we are here to witness it!”

    “Mhm. I'd prefer Font of Knowledge, myself.”

    “Come on! It's history we're writing! History instead of just... living... with no purpose!”

    “You do know that your “history” means we'll have to set foot on primitive worlds, do you? Organics, too. I don't even want to imagine that.”

    “You might have a point there... but we'll get a mention in the Archives.”

    “Like millions of others. Woohoo, we've written history.”

    “Spoilsport. I am looking forward to the experience.”



    Hostile ships were incoming. Jite and Ladite went to their stations.

    “How long do you think the primitives will last? Records of the last cycle show that the first battle hardly lasted an hour.”

    “Keep focused.”

    “My bet's on two hours.”
    The Human ships were no match for Bodranite technology. Most corvettes of the attacking fleet fell one after the other before the station had even taken a scratch.

    As the Human ships engaged, the shields fulfilled their purpose perfectly, as was not to be expected otherwise. Still, their capital ships packed quite some firepower. This battle would last a while.



    Then Ladite's focus slipped. “By the Rolling Boulder.”

    It was quite rare that a Bodranite used religious vocabulary. Science and knowledge were their religion.



    But Ladite had seen what was following the Human fleet. They had not been informed of that. This was why he preferred his calm life on Font of Knowledge – no surprises. Knowledge was the basis of their society, their greatest weapon. Military hierarchy was named as the main reason for why the enemy's strength wouldn't be passed to the soldiers – they shouldn't be able to make their own plans, but rather follow the admirals' orders.

    Now, Ladite guessed the real reason.


    Fear.


    Hundreds of Human ships, amongst them one so massive their own battlecruisers seemed like one of those corvettes they had shot down in comparison.

    So much for harmless primitives.

    “I think you've lost your bet, Pad.”

    Then one of the big human ships' perdition beams hit their ship, and admiral Rycel Dian's order to retreat was not doubted for a second.



    Both didn't react. For the impact had severely damaged the ship and killed them instantly.​


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    <Galactic Emperor Leon II, imperial palace on Font of Knowledge, 28th October 2404, 07:42 Cherson time>

    The years have led to the Bodranites to fully neglect any kind of planetary defences. That's what over-reliance on your spatial defences does to you, but Leon couldn't blame them. After all, when someone knocks on your door with Harbinger, they are quite useless, while expensive to maintain in peacetime.

    A rational decision, one of these those damned rocks were so proud of. As they were of their civilization spanning “millions of years, five galactic cycles”.

    Bullshit. They were advanced, no doubt about that. But can someone truly become so decadent that they just huddle in their corner of the galaxy popping grapes into their mouths for millions of years? He'd go insane within a day. Where's the ambition? The power? Curiosity, or as he'd put it, the thirst for new conquests? The drive for change, the life?

    And didn't they believe in their superiority through knowledge? Pah. None of the previous civilizations managed to reach Human ingenuity. Harbinger is the greatest weapon the galaxy has ever seen, Thorismondi's latest discovery notwithstanding. Previous planet-killers left their target uninhabitable – not so Harbinger.​

    But that's a question Leon would love to ask the Bodranite empress herself. It is for that purpose that he was landing on Font of Knowledge, before Harbinger would fire.


    His strategy in the war was painfully simple, too. Just amass his entire forces in Zultar's Maw, then move in. Sure, the south was undefended, but nobody lived there anyway, and before an attacking fleet even reached inhabited systems, the war might already be won.

    Especially if they split their fleet to take advantage of the undefended south.

    Military theory was clearly something these "Keepers of Knowledge" had neglected to preserve over the ages.



    Why take the risk of leading the assault force personally? It was not the rational thing to do. That alone would probably infuriate the Bodranites, which his cousin Alaric would find amusing.

    He wanted to take part in the action – and he couldn't miss the chance to march in and humiliate the haughty Bodranite monarch himself. Besides, wielding Righteous Rage, he was the strongest soldier in the Empire – something unthinkable of a man 116 years old just a few generations back.

    He could risk it. Crown Prince Kyrillos was ready should he be defeated. Which he didn't expect. Even five-metres tall rocks with a civilization spanning millions of years had to fight according to natural laws. Else he wouldn't have been able to advance that far in the first place.





    The imperial shuttles were under fire from Bodranite footsoldiers as they descended, but the Bodranite imperial guards had no anti-air weaponry, so they couldn't stop the shuttles. Another rational decision – the most they had to handle for who knows how long were a few insurgents if there had ever been any. Certainly not an attack by a veteran invading force.

    Leon deployed his greatest elite troops for this mission, the newly-created imperial legionnaires, together with his hand-picked imperial guardsmen, a good number of wizards amongst the 10.000 assaulting the palace, a gigantic complex. Himself included, leading the spearhead to break through the main entrance.

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    Like an establishing moment for a superhero's (or supervillain's) strength, the Galactic Emperor cut a (bloody is not the right word... rocky?) swath through any Bodranite standing in the way, their elite guards a match for most legionnaires, but not for the Conqueror.

    They did set up some sort of device that should cut the wizards' connection to the Shroud, but Righteous Rage's immense psionic power, able to be felt throughout the galaxy, simply overwhelmed the device, and so the playing field remained quite levelled – what the invaders had in experience and discipline, the defenders made up for with terrain and technological advantage.

    A worthy fight, Leon found. Still, they couldn't stop the spearhead. Piercing through the hastily erected defences, the man was soon standing in what had to be the throne room, accompanied by thirty members of his Imperial Guard.



    “Whatever you think you are doing, it is a great mistake.”

    “Is it now? From where I am standing, you never should have meddled. Then you might have lived a little longer.” The High Emperor tried to identify the leader of the dozen or so Bodranites who sought protection behind their guards. It would be easy if he could see them speaking, but the rocks had nothing resembling a mouth. He wanted the empress alive - if that was the right word to describe it. Damned aliens.

    “Human. We have seen civilizations rise and fall. We shall weather this assault as well.”

    “Really? When I'm done, you will all be inert stone. I will not be lectured by what might become my new throne.”

    “Throne? Then you must be their leader, primitive.”

    “Such disrespect. Let's try again. Anna.”

    The woman, captain of the Imperial Guard, took over seamlessly. She'd done the introduction often enough, even if it had been modified not too long ago. “You stand before His Imperial Majesty Galactic Emperor Leon II Thathicos, the Conqueror, the Bloody, the Demon of Light, the true heir of Theudis the War Saint, High Emperor of Terra, Emperor of Gothia, Francia, Japan and China, Lord Protector of the Colonies...”

    Leon cut her off. “...et cetera, et cetera. Thanks, Anna. We don't have all day to cover my titles, but I still expect you to address me as befits a monarch.”

    “We believe something else is in order. Respect due to one's elders.”

    Leon chuckled. “Oh, but I am respecting you. I've come personally to extend my invitation from one monarch to another. That's more than I've afforded the Dabbax, Endurga, Gorf, Figyari, Hulfir...”

    “Come to the point, primitive. All you do is test my patience.”

    The Conqueror brandished Righteous Rage. “MY patience is all that keeps you alive. You would do well to remember who just invaded your palace and slaughtered your guards. There's no room to negotiate here. That I'm even speaking to you – it just satisfies my curiosity.”

    The lithoids moved in a way Leon interpreted as having gotten his point across.


    Then again, perhaps his interpretation was a little off.





    <Thought record of Captain Daglug, Imperial Palace, Font of Knowledge, 28th October 2404, 08:00 Cherson time>

    Our gracious “hosts” have finally moved out and left us alone. All it took was the great evil we spoke of invading their imperial palace before they thought they might let us contribute.

    Had they fired their orbital death ray, we never would even have known if the Bodranites had acted. By the underworld, we still don't know if they did. Perhaps the Empire just invaded once they'd finished off our homes.

    Time feels a little wonky here. I couldn't say if a year had passed or three hundred. I can only understand very little of the Archivists' technology. Still, even that was not enough to defeat the Empire if they can assault the palatial complex.

    I've assembled the team. We have to try and save the Empress. If the Empire mows down the Archivists, they will do so with their death ray – and thus get their hands on their technology in pristine condition. So not only would they already be capable to take on an ancient realm and win – they'd emerge even stronger than before and could probably wipe out both frogs and bots at the same time.

    Perhaps it's a good thing Kont Dite, the old admiral who had been dubbed “the Immortal” after surviving his fleet getting destroyed multiple times, has not survived whatever the Archivists have done to us. Any attempt at strategy against the Imperials would be doomed with an Evarite on the team.​

    He'd probably just shout “For Evari!” in their language and get us shot to pieces by the undoubtedly elite troops awaiting us in the throne room. No matter how elite we are, I don't fancy my chances against the Empire's best in a fair fight.


    As it is, we might have the element of surprise. Sneaking around unnoticed against the massive, seemingly ever-shifting walls of the Bodranite palace should be possible – after all, they are expecting to fight giant, ancient lithoids, and not a ragtag band of far smaller species.

    Traces of the carnage litter our way as we get close to the throne room. Mostly Bodranites. Most unsettlingly, not just with holes in them, but some apparently cleaved in two. We stay clear of the fallen Imperials – the bastards can be nearly as dangerous dead as alive.​

    The work of one of the two Imperial scientists with pan-galactic fame. Nonna Thorismondi is one of them – once the space storm was named after her, her eccentricities came to be known everywhere. Valerios Anteris is the other. Known only through second-hand testimony from the Human escapees – and his deeds. He's responsible for the Empire's genetic breakthroughs, from their cloning facilities to their terrifying biological weapons.

    How do we know? They all bear a distinct genetic signature serving no biological purpose which, transcribed according to Human custom, translates to his name. The last ground battles fought against the Empire saw the whole arsenal of bio-weapons deployed, and in all honesty, I doubt the Bodranites can best Anteris' sick imagination in this field.

    So stay well clear of any Imperial, keep the rebreather mask on at all times. And should we lose – then we should die. None of us should fall into the Imperial scientists' hands.

    Proceeding to the throne room goes without incident. And there he is. The cleaved Bodranites should have been a clear indicator – the great evil is there in the flesh. The now so-called Galactic Emperor, Leon.

    Brandishing his fearsome purple sword towards the highest of the Bodranite nobility and their remaining guards, twelve soldiers, ten nobles. Now if we can just... Oh, damn. They've seen us. Both our hosts and the unwanted guests.

    Leon doesn't even turn around. “Abductees? Or are those the reason why you decided to try your luck against your inevitable destiny?”


    The Imperials may be surrounded, but they've got the numbers – thirty-one against twenty-three – and the emperor's presence. The Vailon psionic had warned us – the Council of Ascension, the strongest psionics amongst them, had failed to overcome the blade's power, and it was determined that only continued heavy fire might break through Leon's shield.

    We'd be dead long before it breaks. Still, the firefight hasn't begun yet – so we might have a chance to explore the emperor's motives. So that we'll at least make our last stand informed.

    “Now the Archivists – are you insatiable? Why are you doing this? Why did you break the galactic peace?”, I shout, my aim unwavering from Leon's head.

    The Human monarch doesn't seem like he understands, and then it hits me – of course he doesn't have a translator. Fitting for a man who loathes everything alien. The Bodranites responded in Gothic, as they were probably just as interested in his motives as we are. So I'll die without even an answer...

    Or at least I thought I would, before the Vailon plays the interpreter and relays my words in what I assume was Gothic. He did say at some point that he'd learned Gothic, something his mammal tongue is capable of, during the days of the great Human craze on Vallgar. Makes me regret I never learned his name, for he's been immensely useful.

    We've made too little amends with the old enemies. One reason why we've fallen.


    “Curious. Alaric's games have led to something substantial, it seems. You've piqued my interest, so I might as well humour dead men.” Leon turns around, but neither he nor his troops let their guard down for a moment. One spark and the throne room becomes a slaughterhouse.

    “I am not breaking the galactic peace – I am creating it. Believe me – we Humans are talking out of experience.”

    “We Endurga also have experience. More than the Humans in galactic politics. We've had a similar mindset in the past – wars of conquest to ensure peace. But we've grown past that. For all it creates is more war.”


    “And this is where you are wrong. A war can only create more war if there is more than one left standing. I bet that was your mistake. Nations are just like individuals in that regard. If one of the combatants loses, but is only left injured, he can one day fight again. If he's dead, then there's just one victor.

    The galaxy is a big arena. Some fighters make shaky alliances. Because they somehow like the arena life, even if they fight, they never end their opponents. So they remain fighters locked in their arenas, even if some try to get the spectators on their side, change the rules in their favour, whatever.

    While these fighters make alliances or enjoy their semi-retirement, we've trained. Arena life is full of problems. Problems that cannot be solved while the fighters all have their own ideas. What it needs is for one to come out on top so that he can control the arena. No more need to squabble over the delivered resources like food and weapons. No more need to please the spectators.

    All are subjugated under the victor's will. A victor who may one day look beyond the arena.”


    Leon's martial mindset comes at no surprise. The metaphor does work, though. The galaxy as arena, resources, the spectators as natural laws and the Shroud. As expected, there's no way to reason with him, but I have to try. “Why don't the fighters unite against the arena master and the spectators? Together, they can achieve the same, can't they? It is even easier to control the spectators.”


    “That is the ideal of the weak. Lacking the strength to break free on their own, they rely on cooperation. It always sounds utopian. 'Gather our strength to emerge as a stronger whole. Peace and love.' Drivel.

    We've seen that time and time again. These alliances only work as long as there's something strong outside holding it together. Without that, it collapses upon itself – the strongest has no reason to support the weakest. He deserves more and has the strength to take it. Internal squabbling over resources ensues, and the precious alliance falls apart.

    Now imagine a world where everyone is equal. None stronger than the other. All resources distributed equally. Is that the utopia of your 'United Union'? For it is my greatest nightmare.

    What do all these equals do all day? Nothing breaking their equality, that's for certain. Is that even life? A homogeneous mass of bodies moving in unison? No. That's life reduced to a very simple program, no reason to be, an existence of pure boredom from birth to death.”


    “How is that any different from the absolute control exerted by the Empire?”


    Leon smiles. “The Empire is the strongest in our scenario. It has full control over resources – if it wants to. It doesn't have full control over minds. It offers the chance to work yourself nearly to the top if you desire it. It rewards effort, while ensuring that everyone has what they need.

    I should cite my namesake ancestor's conviction, the leading principle of Gothic emperors ever since over six centuries - 'God works in miracles – leaders achieve solutions.' By ensuring that there is an uncontested strongest in the realm – the Emperor – he can uphold law and order. He has the power to provide solutions to problems. Problems that would never be solved in a state of competition for none wants to give up their advantage, none willingly weakens themselves for the mere purpose of cooperation.

    The Emperor is different. As he has everything, he isn't driven by desires that would tear alliances apart. He doesn't weaken his power when he does what is necessary. Abandoning an advantage for the greater good comes easy, as there is nobody he needs an advantage over.

    The Emperor's control is the basis of a truly functioning society, where everyone can contribute to the extent of their skill and willpower. For the best choices are made with the best advice. That is the heritage of a long line of Gothic emperors culminating in Leon I's form of absolutism – a meritocratic monarchy with a strong bureaucracy, which leaves its citizens with plenty of freedom while holding the strength to tackle the world's problems.

    Unlike in my nightmare scenario, the people doesn't have full equality. It has something far better - it can live according to its own desires, only with clear limits designated by law.

    The people have a life.”



    He clearly enjoys explaining his philosophy to us “lesser beings”. Perhaps I should play along to see where it leads. Not like we have anything else to do. “Assuming that it truly is the best form of government, and not the Union's democracy, the Traders' megacorporation or anything else – then why is there no place for us aliens in this world?”

    “Have you already forgotten about the arena?”

    “No. I just don't see how 'the arena' is compatible with your imperial thought.”

    That visibly irritates him. “If only beaten down, the other fighters will keep striving towards the title of strongest and will inevitably come to challenge him. Insurrection is inevitable.”

    “But how is it any different from the Human Empire? Why is insurrection not inevitable there?”

    “People think in groups. 'We' know better than 'they' what 'we' need. Over time, the Empire has grown to be a single 'we', so it can be led by a strong monarch. The aliens are not 'we'.”

    “You say 'over time'. Why not give us a chance to integrate into the 'we'?”

    “For one, there are obvious biological differences who will always dominate discussion and hinder integration.”

    “It was no problem in the Union.”

    “My spies might want to disagree on that.”

    The Krekk clan. “Not in everyday life.”

    “Secondly, do try to control and integrate a such biologically diverse population that clearly outnumbers your army. Even Imperial strength can be stretched thin.”

    “How did Earth unify then? I've been briefed on Human history – how could Gothia lead the unification effort without stretching itself thin?”

    “A visionary's outside problem. The threat of swift annihilation. That was the power necessary to ensure integration – when given the choice to integrate or be ended, most people preferred integration.”

    “Then I can only reiterate my question – why not give us the same opportunity?”

    I don't need to know much about Human body language to recognize the pure hate Leon radiates now. I think I've won this discussion, just with a few questions.


    It seems it all comes down to personal hate. He never forgave us for the assassination of his mother. Even according to his philosophy, with enough effort he could forge a galactic society as he desires. But he doesn't want to. He wants us all dead.​

    Leon turns around to face the Bodranites again. His gaze is specifically directed towards one individual – the empress. The Humans have identified her.

    Suddenly, the emperor stands next to Can Cite, cutting down the nearest soldier. I merely have time to notice that before-







    <Bodranite Empress Can Cite, Imperial Flagship Theudis the War Saint, orbit of Font of Knowledge, 11th February 2405, 12:00 Cherson time>

    Despite Leon's declaration of wanting the respect due to a monarch when he invaded her palace, ever since he abducted her, she had been treated like vermin and stuffed into a specially-made cell where she had been subjected to experiments that even the Archivists would deem unethical. Some of them were probably just basic torture for no reason at all.


    Hypocrite.


    The primitives had fried her implants with targeted EMPs, and Cite felt like a part of her had died. The mechanical enhancements were a part of every Bodranite, and the loss stung more than the following torture. She had lost all sense of time, and every slight movement startled her, unable to notice it earlier.

    Like now. The guards opened her cell. Sapped of all strength, Cite hardly struggled as the small Humans forced her forward, moved her to the bridge of the enormous ship.

    Her captor was standing there next to a vicious-looking contraption. Arms crossed behind his back, the “Galactic” Emperor looked at Font of Knowledge, ordering his men around without turning away. And who could blame him, this time? The view was breathtaking, as the Humans would say. The magnificence of her homeworld was a pleasing sight for the empress, invigorating her drained body a little.

    “Have you enjoyed our hospitality?”, Leon mocked her.

    Not that the empress understood. Without her implants, the primitives' language, hardly within her audible range, was just a random amalgam of sounds. She could only tell that he sounded pleased with himself.

    “Feast your... I'd say eyes, but whatever... on a once-in-a-lifetime-show.”

    Leon inserted his purple sword into a machine and pushed a big red button, before turning back to Font of Knowledge. “Observe.”

    Can Cite now saw the vessels rotating above Font of Knowledge. Their speed increased, and they emanated a bright light. The light converged into a beam. A beam that was directed at the planet's surface. A blue glow engulfed her home.​

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    That had to be what the other primitives had talked about. Warned them about. Yet in their arrogance, they had not acted until it was too late.​

    Leon turned around. “I didn't want you to miss that.” He made a signal, and the guards moved in again. He pointed at the other contraption. “You can think about your mistakes a while longer. The guillotine only awaits you at the end of the war.”

    As she was dragged back to her cell, Cite wept (figuratively) for the fate of her people. Millions of years of civilization, extinguished by a bunch of primitives in an instant. This fifth galactic cycle ended with their own defeat.




    <Nonna Thorismondi, The Archives, 4th June 2406, 16:37 Cherson time>

    The Bodranite Directors were defeated. Their definite end came with the execution of their last empress, meeting her end guillotined in Cherson. Leon clearly planned ahead for the two other “fallen empires”.

    But in the meantime, Imperial scientists flooded the planet bearing the descriptive name of The Archives. The records left behind by the lithoids would keep science busy for a long time.

    All their talk of “Fifth Galactic Cycle” made sense now. Apparently, the Bodranites had classified galactic eras as Cycles, their end always marked by some exceedingly dangerous crisis ravaging the Milky Way.

    They were the last galactic civilization standing after the first cycle. Thus they had created the NEX Continuity for the second cycle, at a time when they were most certainly still in shock from the crisis and thus quite benign towards “younger” species. These robots were built to preserve life.

    The Archivists and the Continuity broke at some point. Records will have to shed a light as to why. Perhaps the emergence of the Rax'Thalak as another galactic power with clear support of any life – the Bodranites turned more isolationist while hoarding the cycles' knowledge, as the frogs and bots “saved” species from extinction. The frogs' demand for people to “preserve” was not forgotten in the Empire.

    The Empire might be able to learn something by perusing how the Archivists defeated the crises threatening the galaxy – though most certainly not from the last of the records, dubbed the “Human Crisis at the end of the Fifth Cycle”.

    Though one particular piece of this final entry in the historic archives of the Bodranites caught Thorismondi's attention. The Archivists had dubbed the eras “Cycles” for a good reason – after the third, they had used the pattern to tentatively predict the fourth one – a prediction that came true with merely a few days of error.

    The interesting part was that the date for the beginning of the fifth crisis was not yet reached. Did the Empire merely defy prediction or was there still something else to come?

    A fascinating field of research, surely. While others studied antigravity generators and other technological marvels, she delved into crisis prediction, a new idea for “Shroud-walking” took shape in her mind.


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    GGW – VI
  • Great Galactic War – VI


    <Imperial couple, Theudis the War Saint, 5th January 2410, 15:24 Cherson time>

    “Their tenacity was admirable.”

    “True.”

    “Yet their fate was...”

    “... inevitable. As soon as Harbinger was used the first time, the path forward was clear.”


    Yuko knew that, and she had accepted the Dabbax's fate long ago. Drawing another parallel to her own people, she was sure that no matter the respect earned in battle, if the Goths had simply nuked Korea before landing on Japan proper (luckily that was technologically impossible at the time) then the Japanese culture would no longer exist.

    The Dabbax fleet had not managed to earn her husband's respect. The ire drawn with the assassination of his mother was a hard thing to overcome. And with Harbinger's completion, their grave was dug.

    Still, they fought to the last moment. Unlike the Hulfir and their last suicidal charge, the Dabbax had fired up their prototype shield generator.




    It stopped Harbinger's beam for five minutes, a respectable achievement. More of a last stand than the Endurga, wiped out the 29th June 2408 with their last refuge in complete anarchy.

    The Vailons were left. And the other ancients. By now, the fleet should be refitted with Bodranite-style dark matter generators and shields, as well as Human-developed dark matter thrusters.

    Far from his battle plan against the Archivists, Leon planned a pincer attack against both fallen empires at the same time. The Empire's might should be able to succeed on both fronts.

    He would take the War Saint against the machines, as they were the greater unknown in the coming conflict.



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    <Imperial General Iordanes Ervig, The Preserve, 23rd April, 2412, 17:31 Cherson time>


    The last toad defenders had surrendered. Good. Anteris wanted some of them alive.

    Ervig shuddered at the thought. Man, was he happy not to be there. Anteris' lab was firmly on top of his nightmare list. Followed by the army's xenomorph division. The guillotine. Somewhere down the line there might also be falling into the enemy's hands.

    Good thing he was an Imperial General, he suddenly noticed, for his nightmares wouldn't be aimed at him. Not a singular treasonous thought would ever form in his mind, that's for sure.

    The toads might have been an ancient species, but they were also organics. So, unlike for the assault on the Bodranite palace he only heard from in second-hand accounts, the whole might of the Empire's bio-weapons could be brought down on their foe. Rax'Thalak resistance on The Preserve crumbled swiftly.

    Not that there was that much in the first place. He had been briefed, of course, but the extent of the planet's whole purpose just hit Ervig when the last defender was dealt with. As soon as the Empire had officially seized control of the place, the aliens came out from just about everywhere.​


    Unarmed aliens. Highly diverse aliens. Before Ervig could order them shot, they threw themselves in the dirt. “Master, we ambassadors are ready to serve.”

    The toads' depravity was something to behold. The mass of suddenly-appearing aliens was just the tip of the iceberg, which the troops had of course noticed during the invasion. The small number of Rax'Thalak were the aliens' “caretakers”. The whole planet was basically a giant zoo – though visiting toads could enjoy every kind of imaginable pleasure provided by the aliens in their respective regions.

    Every region had an ambassador who would ensure that their people were well-aware of their caretakers' wishes. The aliens' whole purpose was to entertain through their existence and service.


    Service of... any imaginable kind. An Evarite – with not even a hint of animosity – offered to wipe the blood of the general's boots, while others proclaimed that “they lacked information about Master's anatomy to be able to please Master.”

    Ervig had the “ambassadors” taken captive, got himself Imperial approval, then called for purifiers to cleanse the planet thoroughly. No trace of that filth should remain.

    To think that the toads had the audacity to demand a Human contribution to their sick pleasure.




    At least something good came of it. Ervig had been ordered to take the ambassadors to the capital, where the old Gothic tradition of throwing diplomats into the harbour could see a final revival.​


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    <Imperial couple, orbit of Cradle, capital world of the Rax'Thalak Ancients, Theudis the War Saint, 26th August 2415>


    “Is this really necessary?”​

    “We've gone over it a few times, have we not?”

    “True, but still – why invade when we've got Harbinger? Why let good people make a senseless ultimate sacrifice?”

    Leon was grateful for his wife's insistence, recognizing it for what it was – challenging his plan like the ministers and public opinion might. The NEX Continuity had been wiped out with the use of Harbinger, after all. Of course, the monarch didn't need their approval, but things always worked better if he could get it.

    “It's a signal, one that can only be sent in this final battle of the Great Galactic War. Against all who may believe that the Empire's military prowess is simply concentrated in its fleet now. Those who might think that they might carve out some lawless piece of land on planets which we certainly won't bombard from orbit.

    With the creation of the ISD, I've sent one strong warning to all dissidents. This invasion will prove once and for all that Imperial might is superior, be it in space or in planetary warfare.”​


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    “All these lives just for a warning...” The expression Yuko made while saying this made it difficult for Leon to concentrate on his task. It was one of those that made him love her and still cherish their marriage after nearly a century.​

    “This is not something achieved without loss of life – but I am firmly persuaded that it is the path of lesser losses which I am walking.”

    The Galactic Empress licked her lips. “And what about the devastation of Cradle after the invasion? Wouldn't taking it over in pristine condition be worth more?”

    “We've taken over so many of these so-called ancients' worlds, learnt enough about their technology – we can rebuild it. In good Imperial fashion, not alien weirdness.”

    Yuko leaned closer. “And will it be the end of the wars? Humanity's last enemy, vanquished?”

    “Some Vailons are still alive, but yes. The fighting will end as humanity has claimed its rightful place.”

    She whispered into his ear now. “And unofficially?”

    “Thorismondi is closing in on a more permanent solution to the Anterine Problem. You know her – it can be done in a few days or a few years, but it will eventually be done. The warring will then likely resume, though it's not a necessity.”




    Saying it out loud made him appreciate the “Anterine Problem” all the more. It reinforced the awareness that he still looked and felt like a man in his prime instead of semi-mummified debris. That he could bask in Yuko's radiant beauty, shining still like the day they first met.

    The Anterine Problem, named after the Gene Master, Valerios Anteris. The man was still not dead yet – and he showed no inclination to part with the world of the living. Through fusing Bodranite technology and Human comm tech, Anteris had abandoned his reluctance to research further life-prolonging measures. Through an implant of Kelant's miniature wormhole generator, the Gene Master, ever serving as his own guinea pig, connected his memory to special storage placed on “some random asteroid”. No more “maximum storage capacity”, as he put it – memory and personality would remain intact over time.

    This was all he needed to throw himself at his work with renewed vigour, periodically researching yet another technology that would prevent the effects of old age to take root. Taking pride in the fact that “every three years, life expectancy rises by five”.

    He saw no reason why there would be a limit to his “fountain of youth” therapies.

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    Great news, as Anteris by now had basically achieved functional immortality, and would likely achieve full immortality at some point... and that was the Anterine Problem.​

    For now, there was plenty of (now) empty space in the galaxy to colonize, but with no real natural population decline at all any hope of the population stabilizing at some point through declining birth rates was gone. The Ministry of the Interior had already formulated a lot of plans for this situation despite it being in the relatively distant future, and most of them called for Imperial regulation of some kind, sometimes even as far as assisted suicide for those who felt they had lived long enough.

    Leon took these plans to heart in his grand design for the future. Space and resources were the only limiting factors – so he would endeavour to make these unlimited as well. Thorismondi was looking into ways to reach places nobody could realistically reach any time soon.

    With each new place within reach, the Imperial expansion would continue. People had called him insatiable many times before, and indeed, he was. The Empire would be, too. Insatiably spreading into the void.​

    Leon was thinking about the prospect of adding Last Emperor to the list of his titles – not because the Empire would crumble, but rather because nobody would come after him. And with the Anterine Problem solved... he might take another step to increase the human population.

    Not more cloning facilities. A small step, one which lasts a while. And only with personal significance.







    <Council of Ascension, Jiindet, Vailon Citizen Confederation, 17th August 2420, 04:12 Cherson time>


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    “Brother Lant's plan has, as of now, officially failed.”​

    The Council let out a collective sigh of disappointment. Since the Empire had wiped out nearly all of them, Jiindet being the last inhabited planet, any stronger emotions had long ceased to be expressed on the Council.

    At least, with the complete psionic awakening of the Vailon species, the Council had basically taken over the government – being the most powerful psionics and the last hope of the species, the Consul had entrusted more and more power to them until a telepathic plebiscite handed them absolute power, officially until the end of the emergency.

    Knowing full well that said end might never come.


    “Brother Jurg kept monitoring the Humans. Their jump drive technology makes any attempt to sever the hyperlanes a mere small gain of time at best.”​

    “Jump drives? What is that? We didn't notice any Human ships outside of the hyperlanes.”

    “The Empire is placing a great focus on technologies that are independent of the Shroud. Like their Gateways. These drives are in use for quite some time now, we just never looked for them before.

    They somehow bend spacetime. We've no clue how, it is outside of our expertise. One weakness is that they need the clear coordinates of their destination as marked by a previously-passing ship.

    Not only have Human vessels been in our Aniara system before, there's a good number of Humans in Aniara's starbase right now. Even if we severed the hyperlane, they'd be here in force with a fleet before we could mount an assault on the base.”


    Another collective sigh. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Brother Jurg has seen something else. Something truly disturbing. The first Human presence in the Shroud is causing massive disruptions.”​

    “Disruptions? In the Shroud? What? How?”

    “We don't know how. All we can say is that the Shroud itself parts in front of her presence. It gets torn apart from our dimension. The Human, by all accounts, tries to reach past the Shroud.”​

    Dumbfounded silence. Rare among the Council. “And what might she want to accomplish?”

    “Who knows? The Shroud holds the power to divinity – what might await beyond that is anyone's guess.

    We have no further choice.”


    “You can't mean-”


    “I do. We need to take a step we aren't ready for. All in favour...”





    <Imperial scientist Nonna Thorismondi, Peudeanus system research station, 18th September 2420, 16:13 Cherson time>

    “Are you sure, my Lady?”

    She'd never get used to it. But by now, it had become some sort of official nickname – everyone but the Emperor himself called her that. Not Science Officer Thorismondi. Just as Anteris was the Gene Master, Georgios the Admin, she was the Queen of Discovery, always addressed as “my Lady”.

    “Of course. We're close to fulfilling His Majesty's orders, and we shouldn't dawdle. He hates idleness.”

    Expanding humanity's reach – that was Thorismondi's task. Her thoughts went to the Shroud immediately. Not to find a way to somehow live in there – that would be a folly, especially with the Vailons' influence on that dimension – and whatever was in there anyway.

    Nonna, after thoroughly researching the Bodranite archives, theorized that the Shroud had not always been such a close parallel dimension, but rather that it had been artificially connected to our dimension. Early Bodranite spacecraft had no hyperdrives, but rather used experimental jump drives, with far longer travel times. The young Archivists faced another nation with similar goals as today's Vailons, until they disappeared.

    Not long after, the Bodranite vessels developed hyperdrives. The extinction of that other species had something to do with the Shroud, Thorismondi believed. These aliens would have bound the Shroud to our dimension and “ascended” into it. Not reaching godhood exactly, but still becoming masters of their new home as weird psionic avatars like the one Lanckoronski's Griffin faced in the Toropia system.

    This connection proved to be a boon to those who remained in the original dimension, as it could be shaped and used, something many different species figured out how to do. As far as the Archives knew, none had ever attempted to look beyond it.

    Thorismondi thus tread new ground, which was exactly where she felt at home. Initial probing was promising. The gravitational centre between Peudeanus' binary stars made a great anchor to her highly-experimental research station, aiming to tear a hole into the Shroud. This one parallel dimension was so closely interwoven that to reach another one, they had to pierce through.

    But once that was done, an endless amount of dimensions would be open to the Empire. Infinity within reach. The FTL-engines would need to be improved and made Shroud-independent to travel there, but that was the lesser problem.

    Thorismondi flipped the switch. The parts began moving, and she took the rubber-band-like thing she had prepared specially for this purpose.


    Her colleagues had no clue what she wanted to do, but that's why she was Lady Nonna. Some of the brightest minds of the entire Empire where thus watching in anticipation as she seized the two ends and began pulling them apart. Surely she wasn't just training her muscles.

    The thing wasn't very elastic, so the ends hardly moved. The scientists began cheering her on as Thorismondi activated her SPELL. The thing started glowing purple.

    “The anchor amplifies the rift”, she had explained before. “I won't just symbolically tear apart the Shroud – for the psionic avatars watching, I really will.”

    The purple band slowly began showing cracks followed by rapturous applause. Then it snapped in two.

    Nothing else happened.







    Then some kind of translucent head peeked out of the still-glowing band's left end. Thorismondi kicked it and cut the Shroud-connection. The glow stopped, and the head flew through the air, hitting a wall.

    “What do we have here?” The Queen of Discovery barely had time to pick it up before shrill alarms resounded across the entire station.

    The head didn't come alone. The guards assigned to Thorismondi's team wasted no time. As the unmistakeable sounds of fighting came closer, their absolute priority was evacuating her.​

    Thorismondi's personal ship, the Eureka, could finally prove what she always claimed – that it was the fastest vessel in the galaxy since she made some... adjustments... in a week she didn't remember.

    The experiment was a complete success – the Shroud had been torn open, as was a portal to another dimension. Inhabited by some humanoid beings that were a fascinating subject for further study - apparently not being made out of matter.

    Oh, and they also had a massive invasion force ready immediately, as if they had been waiting just for an opportunity like this.





    Was this the End of the Cycle the Bodranites had predicted? The date was fitting into the prediction this time.​

    As the Eureka raced away faster than whatever weaponry was aimed at it, Thorismondi looked forward to analyzing these beings further. The Imperial Fleet would have their hands full, but before long, His Majesty would invade these beings' dimension, she was certain.

    Another task well done. And once the period of excessive violence was done – a whole new dimension was open for research.


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    <Chintila Makretic, engineer on the Harbinger, orbit of Jiindet, 14th January 2421>

    One last time, he prepared to go through his routine checks. The last known alien planet was at Harbinger's mercy. While the Galactic Emperor assembled the fleet in order to strike against the new threat dubbed “the Unbidden”, the greatest weapon ever built finished its clean-up duty.

    Makretic sighed. It had been a good time. He loved this marvel of engineering, and the team, numerous as they were, had become his family. 42 years of his life, well-spent. Yet soon, it would be over.

    Only a small core would remain behind to deal with maintenance. He'd do his best to be assigned to this team, but as much as he hated to admit it, the “best and brightest” of the Empire would be needed elsewhere if Harbinger saw no more use. So he would need to do his work, but not excel... tough.

    Either way, His Imperial Majesty had just given the signal. Time to get to work.

    Or well, he wanted to. But instead of walking through the colossus to check if everything worked, Makretic suddenly found himself surrounded by weird purple as far as he could see. What the...


    “SO THE COVENANT HAS BEEN SIGNED.”

    The engineer didn't hear that – he felt it.

    “THE CYCLE ENDS. YOU ARE NOT FOUND WORTHY.”​

    Vailon trickery!

    “THE TIME HAS COME TO DESCEND TO THE MORTAL WORLD.”

    Oh shi-


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    <earlier, Vailon Council of Ascension>

    “My dearest Sisters and Brothers, the time for deliberation has ended. The Imperial death ray is in orbit.”

    “Where are the reinforcements?”

    “Still far away, Sister Pelm.”

    “And the ripples in the Shroud? Don't they stop the Empire?”

    “The thing preparing to fire shows us that whatever is happening over there, it's not enough.”

    “We've done everything we could. Almost.”

    “You can't mean...”

    “It's our last hope!”

    “We aren't ready!”​

    “We'll never be!”

    “We'll all die!”

    “We'll all die anyway!”


    Stunned silence.


    “All in favour?... Good.”


    The heads of the Council delved into the Shroud. They would insist that they were ready to become gods. More likely, whatever entity they contacted would consume them all.

    It would then wreak havoc amongst the Humans at least.

    And the slight chance remained for their apotheosis to actually be completed.



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    <Marshal Melanie Leroy, Theudis the War Saint, Peudeanus system, 16th February 2424, 22:46 Cherson time>

    Leroy kneeled. She'd been the Imperial Marshal ever since Audaric stepped down. Sure, her fleet had been defeated before, but still she never experienced battles as intense as the last ones.

    Thorismondi kneeled next to her. The eccentric scientist was beaming. His Imperial Majesty looked satisfied as well. She couldn't blame them. She would probably also be smiling if she was one of them.

    After all, the Unbidden threat had been vanquished. The last of the 500 vessels invading the Milky Way was reduced to some weird energy debris.


    Leroy's report pointed out the War Saint's critical role, just as the titans'. The Unbidden had a devastating advantage in weaponry, able to disintegrate matter – as long as they were in range. The Empire's saving grace was that half their ships were dealt with before they could get close enough – and then, mostly the ships equipped with null-void beams chewed through their shields and hulls.​

    Weaponized entropy was the answer to these weird energy-beings.

    The invasion had dealt a lot of damage to the fleet, with nearly 1000 ships lost on the Imperial side. Victory is the only thing that matters, but this high price was the reason why Leroy wasn't smiling like the Emperor and the researcher.

    Still, she couldn't help but smirk at the notion of "Great Galactic War". It had now found its end, but despite consuming the entire galaxy - due to the nature of the conflict, casualties (Human ones) were lower than during the Great War in the 20th century. The Sentinel War would remain the bloodiest conflict in Imperial history.


    “Excellent work. The spatial navy fully deserves a few weeks of rest and celebration. The 10th February shall become an Empire-wide day of celebration! The end of the Great Galactic War!

    But while the troops can relax, our work has only just begun.”​


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    There it was. Leon's raw ambition, his endless hunger. It was what made him great. The right man at the head of the Empire. Leroy would follow him to the end of the world.

    But no, that wouldn't be enough.



    Thorismondi chimed in at Leon's signal, as he bade them to rise. “Indeed, Your Majesty. Just as we thought, the portal has stabilized, the Shroud is cleanly broken in the Peudeanus station.

    The Unbidden left my anchored station alone, apparently realizing that it was their entrance into our dimension. Unaware that it can freely be regulated, or unable to know it, uncaring, whatever. In any case, it's just like another gateway now – only that instead of a different system, it leads to another dimension.”

    Leroy continued. “Once Lady Nonna and her teams have researched the residue from the Unbidden, we've got all advantages on our side. Develop countermeasures to their matter-disintegrators. Equip the fleet specifically to deal with their ships. While keeping the range advantage – the things won't know what hit them.”

    “It is highly unlikely they've sent anything they've learned about us back to their home dimension. The spatial navy won every battle, and the bases and research stations they've attacked were unarmed. They simply couldn't have recovered anything of military value.”

    “Not to mention the heavy losses they've no doubt sustained – complete with uncertainty about their fate. That's disastrous for morale. If the things have anything like human thought, any further trans-dimensional plans will meet with heavy opposition.”

    “I very much doubt they know that the portal originates in Human ingenuity and can be opened again at will.”

    “So, with the passage of time, we can mount a full-on surprise assault against a foe who likely doesn't expect it. With luck, they've not remilitarized much.”



    The Galactic Emperor contently looked through the great window of his throne room to the Peudeanus research station. “Thus, a new frontier opens. The path opened by the Dove and walked by the Saint – it is a path with no end.”

    Leroy didn't take the monarch for much of a nostalgic nor a poet. But even as a French herself, she understood what he meant. With the Space Age, the Gothic mindset had spread throughout every culture, and when parallels were drawn in history, it was the Gothic expansionism that stood at centre stage.

    People looked at Gothia's success, how it had become the Empire – and they decided that if this was the result of the Imperial policy in space (preferably without a second Miracle Crisis), then it was a good outcome. That it was at the detriment of the aliens was a price well worth paying.

    Would it have turned out differently with another history to look back upon? With another spatial neighbour than the Evarites? Who knew. Who cared, too. She was proud of being there as foremost soldier of the Empire.


    “And the Shroud thing in Aniara?”

    Thorismondi spoke up. “It isn't a threat. My educated guess would say that the Vailons attempted to do what the Bodranite contemporaries did – move into the Shroud. Apotheosis.

    Yet divinity was out of their reach. Whatever Shroud entity they connected with absorbed them and half of Harbinger's segments instead. Perhaps it was angry at us for having torn through the Shroud.

    The combined psionic energy of six billion Vailons is enough to make that thing take permanent residence in our dimension – but not enough for it to become a truly powerful, godly reality warper. It's merely a bigger version of the psionic avatar Griffin has destroyed before.”

    “At your command, it shall be dealt with, Your Majesty!”

    “Once you've judged that the troops had enough rest, move out, Marshal.

    Then we shall bolster our forces again and prepare for the Unbidden.”​


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    Truly a historic moment. After a long rise that began with Philaretos the Heretic, Count of Cherson since 870, the last in that line, Galactic Emperor Leon II, has fended off an interdimensional invasion in 2424. And is preparing his own. As one story ends, the Empire opens a new gate.



    “Eternity is within reach.”










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    My plan was to wait until the crisis triggered itself, but it took its sweet time and didn't come before both FEs were annihilated. So I triggered both Unbidden and Prethoryn at the same time. When the Vailons were reduced to a single planet, I added the End of the Cycle for them.

    The Empire dispatched them handily, even if the Unbidden cost them half their fleet. Sure, the Prethoryn might still show up, but armed with shiny new matter-disintegrators, they wouldn't stand much of a chance.

    So it's a good time to call it a day. The Empire has achieved functional immortality and opened a portal to another dimension – the multiverse should hope that some of them might be able to coexist.​
     
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