Though the audio was crude and scratchy, it was clear enough to be heard. The voices of a half dozen or so drogar could be heard. Their dialects and inflections seemed foreign to Felothi and his family. They seemed so far beyond common Drogarii, yet they could still understand them to some degree.
“Our empire is embroiled in a needless, costly war. The technocrats funding it grow fat from its spoils. And everyone else is left to fight for what resources are deemed ‘for the public’.” The screen switched again, but this time the footage was modern and clean. It was clearly taken by an EyeCast
Dendrus IV, Purgatory System, Great House de Jardin The planet was, as it had been for the past century, a pure black void invisible to everything. It was like a planet-sized black hole that wasn’t a black hole at all. It didn’t suck anything into it by some massive gravity well. But anything that
“Does that mean you’re ready for a test run?” “Well…” The Matriarch sighed in exasperation. “Every time you say you’re proceeding, it never actually seems as though you’re proceeding at all,” she complained. “Need I remind you that time is against us. If we cannot get this superweapon of yours up
An Imperial mecha squadron skated across the industrial city. Or rather, the ruins that used to be an industrial city. Everything all around them from the largest fabrication bays to the smallest machine sheds had been completely annihilated. Their coral facades and armor plating had been cut apart
They were attacked by heavy piercing munitions and annihilated in their bunkers, no matter how weak or strong they were. “I’m impressed, Ra’ventrii,” muttered Orsethii. “You’re truly an engine of destruction.” “Can we even beat that fleet?” said one of her mecha pilots. “Just look at how much dama
Both of them watched the screen in horror as the city below them was completely and utterly annihilated. They watched as countless drogar were brutally and unceremoniously slaughtered. Most critically, they watched as trillions of krohn were eliminated right in front of their eyes. It all seemed to
The fleet was out in the middle of Imperial space, far from any settled or civilized systems. It was composed of hundreds of light cruisers and frigates, as well as thousands of heavy fighters and mecha. They weren’t there to rearm or regroup or repair. All they did was simply sit there. Or rather