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The Diplomatic Incident glowed white-hot for an instant. A scream, impossibly, echoed across the void of space, piercing the auditory organs of any organism for light-hours. At the same instance, the Hegemon warship detonated from the Determinous's impact, scattering molten bimetal across the...

Chaos broke out on the bridge of the Diplomatic Incident. The documents were transmitted to the nearest Nexus Starfortress, and Alexandrias shouted orders. “Launch all four Light Cruisers! Let’s try to take out the Hegemon ship!” The hull split, and four black cylinders spun free. Although...

Captain Alexandrias noted the multiple signals as alien vessels arrived. There were Hegemon-aligned ships, Human allies, and independent vessels, all converging on his Battlecarrier. He recalled the briefing he’d received from the High Command themselves. If necessary, this entire crew was...

"Mayday, mayday, this is the IXS Diplomatic Incident requesting aid from all Nexus Imperium allies. Our Subspace tunnel broke down, ejecting us into realspace approximately 2.5 hours ago. Our thrusters are compromised, and we require aid to repair them." Captain Alexandrias stood on the bridge...

The black cube extended a thread of rippling darkness, linking up with the airlock with a hiss. The Umbral Emissary patiently went through the decontamination, and the Marines saw their first Umbral. It was an ink-black sphere, roughly a meter across, and a faint golden light flickered at the...

The Voidship seemed to rotate, and a separate cube of black approximately fifty feet tall appeared. The cube glided towards the diplomatic fleet, with no visible exhaust or propulsion. It came up to the side of the diplomatic vessel, and a mental request came. MAY WE COME ABOARD? IF WE ARE...

The Umbral Theocracy A golden haze is briefly visible around the Voidship, and an inhuman voice echoed in the head of anyone on the bridge of the Tantalus. WE ARE THE UMBRAL THEOCRACY Images of inky spheres, cities of pure convoluted darkness and an abyssal, crushing void flit through the...

UMBRAL THEOCRACY The massive Voidship hovered, balanced between the warmth of realspace and the crushing silence Outside. Within the harsh geometry of the brutal vessel, a Cenobium Choir communed. Thoughts flickered like black ash, cold and ancient intellects musing and brooding on old hurts. It...

The Dark Lord of Morgul looked out over his realm. Two million slaves of varying races toiled within the walls of his City, another three million dwelling around the countryside in lesser cities. He stood, his grim Eye sweeping from the Tower of Morgul. A flicker of light glared from the Tower’s...

Faircourt, The Drachen Empire Spring 5421 The Emperor smiled slightly, and inclined his head. He wore a simple crown, a band of gold adorned with the graceful letters of Old Imperial. It was an old crown, but not the eldest. The oldest crown was at the Obsidian Palace, an elaborately carved...

Drachen Spring 5421 Emperor Archibald flexed taloned fingers, wincing from his arthritis. He’d felt the fire calling for a long time now. The pale scales crawled across his flesh, and he leapt from the balcony. White fire illuminated the dawn sky, and the eldest dragon of his era took flight...

The Dragonkeep, Winter 5420 Princess Emma perched upon one of the titanic domes of the Dragonkeep, silver eyes scanning the sky. Red Archibald was chasing Harold, as Myos soared in the distance. Her husband was hunting in the Dragonwoods around the Keep, occasionally exhaling sooty flames. Emma...

The Prince gazed into the fire. “Home. My father is an old man. I’ll need to bear news to him, especially if your father finds anything on my Uncle Myos.” Harrison sighed. “My siblings are probably squabbling even now. I have a Throne to inherit. After that’s all said and done, I’ll send a...

Harrison scratched his chin. It seemed more and more likely that the Drachen would war in the North. His father was hardly war-ready anymore, so it was likely one of his cousins or other relatives would fly into battle. Maybe Emma would go north. She loved a good fight. He breathed a sigh of...

The Prince enjoyed the repast, picking meat and ale, as his guards similarly ate. They chose the water, and did not drink the ale. Afterwards Harrison followed Rosa to the parlor, gesturing for the guards to follow at a respectable distance. At the map, the Prince listened to Rosa as she...

Harrison nodded at his Fiery Swords, and they reluctantly passed their blades to the guards. He took a seat, and listened intently to the explanation of the celebration. “In Drachen, we have a similar celebration. It’s much duller than these, all ‘by the grace of god’ and ‘blessed by holy...

Harrison gazed with curiosity at the bonfires and celebrations, golden eyes trawling over the festivities. After the mayor greeted him, he spoke. “Firstly, what is the celebration? And secondly, the Fiery Swords seldom yield their blades. They are dragonbone, each storied and legendary. If I...

The Fiery Swords slid off the Prince’s golden back, one stepping forward to unclasp the chains that secured them. Harrison rolled his shoulders, and the harness fell off. In a flash of golden fire, he stood as a mortal. He was dressed in his own shed scales, emblazoned with his sigil: a golden...

The Obsidian Palace, Winter 5240 Emperor Archibald The Old Wyrm is napping on the balcony when his daughter arrives. Archibald wakes to a dragon’s roar, as Emma and her husband Charles soar over the horizon. Their sons are with them, Little Archibald, Harold and Myos. The Obsidian Palace...