— Trait - Sekhmet’s Bloodlust Text - You gain a thirst for retribution, but it is difficult to quench. Icon - A Lioness Mauling a Star — Eris sat back down on the long, luxurious couch, closer to Freya. Her voice became low again, as though their conversation reverted back to something that sh
Naval Staging Complex, Dartarin System, Great House Shaizen The large Hegemony fleet floated in the middle of a vast naval staging complex in the middle of open space. The complex itself consisted of numerous ship repair stations, fabrication bays, landing pads, and atmospherically sealed hangars
The alloy also gave the armor a slight sheen that changed color depending on the angle they were viewed at. Of course, most of that was painted over in black, as ordered by Freya. Simply, black ships in the black of space would be that much harder to see on live feeds. Numerous antigrav drones sl
Though, not everyone. Some of them muttered in absolute disagreement with her. They didn’t want to be working with the Felrahn. Not after they caused so much damage in the first place. “We lost so very much at Rhylen Terra,” Freya continued. “Mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters, friends and l
Remote Recuperation Facility, Miralli System, Imperial Domain of the Boundless Drogar A Drogar geneticist wearing a full-body sterile suit checked on the pristine regeneration pod in front of him. While his assistant drone hovered around the pod itself, he scanned its systems through the hovering t
“And how are you feeling, old friend?” asked Gravoss. “Not too put out, I hope? I hear the process can be unpleasant.” Theryss stood up with a light groan, but was rather surprised at his own body. He looked at his forearms and hands carefully, as though in wonder. “I can guess that it’s a more pl
“We’re under attack!” he cried out. Outside, the Einherjar fleet blasted the Recuperation Facility from every side. Or, perhaps more specifically, they blasted the station’s defenses from every side. Though they had a fully-staffed defensive fleet that was led by a single battleship and a dozen cr
The lights in the facility’s only security station was a deep, dark red. It was also accompanied by a soft klaxon - the kind that was more suited to luxury liners than military vessels. Worse than that, whatever attacking fleet outside had finished their assault. Or at the very least, paused it.