The holoprojection of Orsethii joined the other officers aboard the Einherjar’s primary tactical bridge. The numerous heads of the various fleets surrounded the central tacmap, though only a handful were actually on the bridge itself. The rest were holoprojections just like Orsethii. The Reborn loo
“So am I sorry for killing Retholis? Should I also be sorry for everyone else I’ve killed along the way? I might’ve even killed people some of you knew and loved. Am I sorry for those deaths? “Much like you and your Ra’ventrii killed people I knew and loved. Are you sorry for those deaths? We’ve a
Freya walked down a stone pathway towards the meadow inside of a wooded park. Or rather, the wooded park inside of the unnamed cruiser that was the heart of the Republic. Of course, its citizens had long since tired of it being unnamed, and had thus renamed it Folkvang. Because of that, the park i
“Try not to bury yourselves in guilt or sorrow,” Raijin interjected. “We have too much to do and a war to survive. Please focus yourselves towards that instead.” The words struck Azrael, and she quickly shook off her pain. There was always more time for that later, she reasoned with herself. Freya
“What did Gravoss do in exchange?” Azrael asked. “I mean, that seems like some major benefits. I figure he had to do some insane things to get them, you know?” “Doesn’t seem like the Benefactor asked for a whole lot in return,” she replied. “Maybe a favor once or twice a year at the most. But they
Foundation, The People’s System, Hegemony of Free Peoples Matriarch de Jardin walked down the spacious corridors of the Eternal Hall with lengthy, purposeful strides. Alongside her was one of the Grand Parliamentarians, who despite his age was able to keep up with her pace. Trailing behind the tw
“We’re simply unable to keep up with the death toll, and it’s only a matter of time until we’re completely spent.” The Grand Parliamentarian nodded as the Matriarch spoke. He too was aware of all this. The Hegemony was in steep decline, and the war was still relatively fresh. It had only been five
Behind the impossibly thick material were the countless rows filled with all kinds of data storage machines. Every row had a handful of terminals all down their length, some of which were currently being used by various people. Max guessed they were either scholars or politicians. Few else would us