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ORISON
2953 A.D.

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Under the vast expanse of the Orison night sky, the three men gathered, their hearts heavy with the weight of their experiences. Tanky’s calloused fingers gripped the rough-hewn bottle of Smoltz, the golden liquid within mirroring the flickering stars above.
In the chill of the evening, the taste of the cool sparkling beer seemed to transport them momentarily to times when their burdens were lighter, and the universe less tumultuous.

“2953, a cursed year it has been,”

Geo spoke, his voice carrying the essence of ancient sagas passed down through generations. His gaze, like that of a seer, pierced the obsidian canopy above, searching for answers among the constellations that had witnessed the struggles of countless souls.

Smithy, his eyes like smoldering embers, joined his comrades in the ritualistic act of contemplation. As Tanky handed him the bottle, the exchange was laden with unspoken memories of battles fought and bonds forged in the crucible of the universe.

“Indeed, the winds have carried tales of hardships and trials,”

agreed Tanky, his words resonating like the echoes of an old skald’s song. With each sip, the warmth of the beverage coursed through his veins, a respite from the harsh realities of their time.

The sky above, a tapestry of twinkling lights, seemed to hold within its depths the stories of epochs gone by. The trio’s thoughts drifted to a distant place etched forever in their minds: Vega¹
The air grew heavy with the scent of decay and the acrid tang of spilled fuel—a visceral reminder of their efforts to fend off the Vanduul invaders in 2945.

The battle for Vega had earned them recognition from the United Empire of Earth², but time had a way of fading the fervor of triumphs.

“Glory may fade, but the scars of Vega remain,”

Geo’s voice resonated with a somber wisdom, capturing the essence of ancestral tales that whispered of the inevitability of trials.

A few days earlier, the eighth attack in a week had occurred—Scarabs licensed by the UEE. Any ship moving cargo without a permit was blown up, its cargo taken, leaving vessels stranded in the ‘verse. Unless the Scarabs took a liking to a ship, in which case it was left at a mining outpost with enough oxygen to barely make it to the outposts themselves.
It was a reflection of the double standards they faced, where they were seen as scum, even as half of their crews served the very UEE that fought the Vanduul threat.

“This is our thank you, I guess,”

Tanky hissed through clenched teeth.

“I’ve had enough of this shady double standard!”

replied Smithy. Geo’s Starrunner and Tanky’s white Eclipse had been seized by bribed UEE military personnel. Their idea to steal the ships back was gaining momentum.

As the conversation wove threads of reminiscence, the atmosphere shifted, as if the universe itself held its breath. Arcane energies swirled overhead, and from the celestial darkness emerged a colossal figure—the Stormwal. Its presence, a convergence of the mystical and the tangible, held an air of destiny’s design.
The Stormwal³, resplendent in its rosy-gray hue, moved with an elegance reminiscent of the mythic creatures from age-old legends. Iridescent fins shimmered like the banners of ancient warriors, catching starlight in a mesmerizing dance. The sight was nothing short of divine—a majestic spectacle that seemed conjured from the very heart of their ancestral stories.

Geo’s eyes, aglow with a newfound fervor, gazed upon the Stormwal. In that moment, it was as if the veils of time had lifted, revealing the bridge between past and present. The creature’s flight stirred echoes of forgotten chants, of tales sung in mead halls beneath starlit skies.
Tanky and Smithy, too, were entranced, their spirits intertwining with the saga unfolding overhead. The Stormwal’s ethereal flight felt like a tapestry woven by the gods themselves, a tapestry that linked their fates to the ebb and flow of cosmic energies.

In the presence of the wondrous Stormwal, the trio’s thoughts aligned as though guided by the unseen hand of destiny. The creature’s appearance held a significance beyond the mere laws of nature—it was a sign, a beacon urging them to seize their own narrative and reshape their destinies.
Geo’s gaze shifted from the celestial marvel to his comrades, and with a voice that resonated like an ancestral horn, he proclaimed,

“Gather the old crew.”

Footnotes

¹ The feared Vanduul invasion finally arrived in 2945, when a large Clan accompanied by a rarely-sighted Kingship entered the system and launched a direct attack on Vega II. The UEE Navy’s 2nd Fleet, commanded by Admiral Ernst Bishop, had been tracking scouts of this Clan and was in the area when the attack was launched. After a lengthy battle, the vastly outnumbered UEEN forces managed to destroy the Kingship and drive the Vanduul out of the system. The effects on Vega II were devastating; entire cities were wiped out and the death toll was in the millions.

² The United Empire of Earth (UEE) is the name of the current Human governmental body. It is led by a democratically elected Imperator; a Tribunal of High-Advocate, High-Secretary, and High-Command; and a legislative body (UEE Senate) composed of elected representatives from Human-controlled planets. The UEE was formed after the conclusion of the First Tevarin War in the 26th century.

³ The stormwal is a warm-blooded vertebrate indigenous to Crusader (Stanton II), United Empire of Earth (UEE). Some stormwals can reach 100 meters in length upon reaching adulthood. They are most commonly rosy-gray in color, with iridescent red fins and lightly-striped hides flecked with gold. Deep blue stormwals with blue-gray fins have also been observed. They have long, spade-shaped snouts and four eyes, two on each side of the head. Four long barbels trail off the head from the chin and the brow, which are used alongside the filaments on their pectoral, dorsal, and tail fins to sense the miniscule electrical fields of aeroplankton and kiami, their main prey.