Outside the station, the many thousands of previously aggressive ships had long since descended back down to the station itself. They all dipped down into the nanite pool they came from. And there, they were all quickly dissolved and redistributed back into the pool itself. Once they were all gone,
“These warlords are led by the former clans and houses and corporations across each of the nations. Most seem to be fighting with each other, perhaps to further their territory. Perhaps to keep others off theirs. I will have to dig further into the data to know more. “And I have yet to begin on the
The Void Quark embedded itself in the iron ash core at the absolute center of the star itself, where it began to consume everything around it. And in the process, turned itself into a black hole. The sudden shift in gravitational pull at the core caused all the layers above to collapse and spin fur
Paveloth was stunned at what he heard, to the point where he was practically speechless. His mouth fell open for a moment. The Re’javii system was one of many systems borne out of Retholis’ handiwork. What began as a barely-contained free-for-all warzone turned into a heavily protected and heavily
Unlike practically everyone else in the galaxy, she wasn’t fearful of it at all. No no no, she was covetous. It was the epitome of everything she had ever wanted to have - a superweapon. It was in all her favorite stories and movies and games after all. While most loved when those superweapons we
The Matriarch watched the swirling chaos of that distant system for a seeming eternity. To all around her, she burned a hole right through the space between. Whether that was vengeful or not, most didn’t know. She herself roiled deep inside. The guilt at all those losses ate into her. It shook her
“It doesn’t matter right now,” said the Matriarch. “They’re here to destroy the cannon, and we have to stop it at all costs.” “Destroy? What if they’re here to take it from us?” “There are contingencies in place,” replied the Master Engineer. “In the event of catastrophic failure, at least. Being
Swarmfather Delvath paced in small circles around the center of his bridge. Everywhere he looked, his fleet was battered to death from the robust de Jardin fleet. He couldn’t help but feel despair at his fleet’s predicament. Not once did he think that Imperial technological superiority could be out