Outside of leaked samizdats and vacuous government propaganda, little was truly known about the state that made the Terran Dominion a Dominion. Their leaders held claim to a throne they never filled; leadership over an empire they did not command. They reigned, but did not rule.
Both sides watched as their small craft advanced, disappearing from their sensors into the miasma between the fleets. Farther ahead, the Elysian ships went to full combat speed...
"I hate combat ops in nebulae." "Any reason why?"
"Fire Fire Fire. Fire in compartment 1-2-5-8-Gil. Fire in compartment 1-2-5-8-Gil."
"Excuse me, PackMaster Schäfer? I have something you need to see."
ESW Screaming VengeanceElysian Imperial Strike ForceElysium Star SystemOn Approach to Scylla Jump Point One hour after the gunboat strike "Have we restored communications with Tarquillian Glory yet?" Eyrie Commander Peres was looking over what remained of his strike force. Only two ships lost, but the gunboat squadrons had been savaged, cut to barely half of… Continue reading Nothing is Futile
Strike Force GullClose orbit around Attica, Elysian Sovergenty Capital World "Launch is clean, He-Four-Six. Looking forward to seeing you home soon." "Affirmative, Andreev Boss. See you on the backside." "Alpf-Four-Six, this is He-Four-Six. We're in the slot. Showing all groups accounted." "He-Four-Six, this is Alpf. Confirm your spot." Managing even a small strike group was… Continue reading Dying Tired
dWS HassenHare-Class Reconnaissance DestroyerClose orbit around Attica, Elysian Sovereignty Capital WorldElysium Star SystemTwo days after 3rd Elysium Hunter Skory watched as the comm cut out abruptly, leaving him looking at the blank screen. Leaning back in his command chair, he thumbed through his comm menu before settling on his executive officer. "Godeke, I need a… Continue reading … You die tired
dWS Hans Zollner Director Mk4-Class Heavy Cruiser Close orbit around Attica, Elysian Sovereignty Capital World Elysium Star System Two days after 3rd Elysium Junior PackMaster Phelan sipped a mug of pfen, watching the planet slowly turn beneath him. Three bloody battles. Four years. Tens of thousands of lives. A bloody price to be paid for… Continue reading When you run…