Cold, and a sharp agonising pain was what she felt. Her frozen eyelids broke asunder and saw their first light for God knows how long. The layer of glass above her lifted ajar.
‘Greetings Captain, I hope you have had a fulfilling sleep; but I have encountered an… interruption. I had to wake you early, for your immediate attention’
‘Early?’
‘Yes Captain’
She clambered her way out from the stasis pod and her eyes glanced to the others near her. No one but herself was awake. The Captain wobbled to a locker and got dressed, grabbed a calorie bar, a hot drink then headed for the bridge.
‘Our old enemies have been stirring amidst the shadows, eager to deliver a staggering blow to this empire’, a man said to his three colleagues who stood over a holographic desk.
All of them dressed in a regal fashion that reflected their high authority, that, and their clear position within the large, circular chamber. They stand in its centre-piece, surrounded by politicians of various ranks. These men and women listened to the four councilors, withheld their questions, suggestions, or any information they could gather to further their own agenda. Yet they had to wait for the chance.
Four councilors; one representing infrastructure, another for war, a third for knowledge and lastly, one for influence.
‘Indeed, my sources have investigated and discovered peculiar movements near our borders’, the man of war added.
‘Why, why now?’, the woman of knowledge asks, pinching her chin with long, thin fingers.
‘Perhaps they have got bored of killing each other’, chuckled the man of influence. Though none found it amusing.
‘We will need to fortify our defenses’
The politicians slowly rose from their seats, marvel took hold of their faces as they witnessed a black, gargantuan vessel enveloped in fire, it appeared from the upper layer of the sky. This council chamber resided at the very top of the tower it sat on, with the tower being at least seven thousand feet high. They were literally in between the clouds.
Marvel twisted into shock, then to fear and outright panic. The councilors, watched, frozen in their places as everyone else attempted to flee from the inevitable.
Like a sword through flesh, it cleaved through the tower, and shattered the supports that held it together. Everything fell, and everyone died.
A waning sun hovers above the horizon, across an alpine tundra, where highlands rose to the left and a glacier on the right. The sky, a gray canvas, that is occasionally lit by flaming debris. This debris was eventually cooled once smashing into the ground. He can feel it, the biting chill upon his purple skin. Most of that is covered by robing and armour. His right arm is the exception, it hangs nakedly with the hand gripping the hilt of his sword. This right arm, coloured in a blaze of crimson, a tattoo of some kind. Despite the cold freezing his crimson arm, it hasn’t yet cooled the fiery heart that pounds within, amongst many others.
Their ships burst out of warp into an unexplored system. But not to others. Confederacy vessels inhabit this system and in particular, one planet. A planet with a thin atmosphere composed of oxygen and its surface, coated in ice. Something of interest lies on that ice world.
‘Captain Confederacy vessels are firing!’
‘Bring the ship into battle mode and start firing on the nearest cruiser. Share any potential weaknesses to the fleet’
The ship’s lights snap into red, windows are then covered by hull armour. Both fleets let loose with their cannons, shields hammered and explosions light the dark of space.
‘They’re sending in fighters!’
‘Send our own!’
The captain turns to face the Dragon master who watches with him.
‘Seeing this with my own eyes, it has certainly piqued my interest. What could they be doing out here in the middle of nowhere?’
‘That is exactly our Order’s concern. I appreciate the help Captain, we all do’, she says, her pointy ears twinge. Master Jadena is an Avalakii, otherwise referred to as “space elves”.
