THE MIGHTY LEGIONS OF THE
STEVONIC EMPIRE, composing of more than two million worlds, advanced
towards the newly discovered planets of the Michaelian sovereignty...
Nothing, nothing could stop him now. He ruled over the most powerful
force in the galaxy (or he thought). Even the glorious Jamesian kingdoms
dared not to get in his way. His dynasty was 300 years strong.
However, his precious planets were dying... Natural resources were
virtually gone. Only solar energy now existed. His starfleet was massive
since there was plenty of titanium, but there were not enough forests
and a multitude of other factors missing to sustain ecologies
galaxy-wide for another fifty years on the overpopulated worlds
"Expansion!" he thought, yes, that was the answer. "but
where?", he asked himself. To the south were the Scottian and
Jamesian kingdoms. To the west were an asteroid field and a couple of
black holes. No habitable planets. To the north, to the north... well no
one had ever tried to expand to the north. There was almost nothing to
the north. But there must be something to north...
That was how he had encountered the rich and fruitful planets of the
Michaelian sovereignty; planets that were fertile beyond imagination,
his planetologists had confirmed that. The resistance of these almost
non-martial worlds was futile and weak...
Never, did he expect to find out that they were only a commonwealth. A
small part of an immensely greater force. The Michaelian worlds were
part of the Derekian federation, a vast EMPIRE that had expanded over 30
galaxies and had a history of over four million years. To him, this
Empire that stood in the way of his seizing of the fertile Michaelian
worlds was a "terror"... He had heard the viceroy of that
outer Michaelian planet boast of how great the federation was, and that
he and his petty fleet would be defeated faster than you could say
"By the Galaxian Spirit."
He had to choose. If he didn't expand, his planets would die. If he
expanded, he had to face this "terror." He knew. He needed an
ally, more than one ally of course. Otherwise it would be suicide. The
majestic emperor called to his royal ministers and emissaries, "Go
to the Scottian kingdoms, the Davidon league, and the barbaric worlds of
Hana the warlord. Tell them that every planet in this cursed galaxy will
die in a century or less, every world will decline in technology,
science, and become dissolved in a state of anarchy. We will revert back
to the barbaric ways of an society sustained on agriculture!"
"They must concede. They must realize that this is their only
hope", thought the Emperor of the Stevonic Empire. The messengers
returned in half a month. The Jamesian kingdoms was now his greatest
ally. Together the fifty thousand starcruisers of the Stevonic Empire,
the twenty thousand strong atomizer fleet of the Jamesian realms, the
five thousand barbaric kamikaze fleet of Hana the barbaric, set out to
meet their greatest doom...
one : two weeks of chaos
THE LORD SUPREME OF THE
JAMESIAN REALM ruled over a hundred and fifty eight thousand, two
hundred and twenty seven star systems. Normally this would be considered
enormous, but compared to the mighty Stevonic Empire that overwhelmingly
outnumbered him in starfleets and utterly dominated over the galaxy, it
was just one region of many controlled by some local warlord. However he
was the strongest of these warlords, that was why he was the first to
receive the alliance offer from the Stevonic Empire.
What puzzled him and concerned him greatly was that the royal emissary
who had come had said that he must respond quickly and with his best
fleet of atomizers class alpha. What was so powerful and terrorizing as
to make even the Stevonic Emperor call for help, and with so much
urgency! The emissary had said that this horrifying power was called the
Derekian Federation. Its fleets were had never been seen before but the
information obtained from the outer planets of the rich newly discovered
Michaelian worlds confirmed it to be a vast Empire stronger than the
Stevonic one tenfold. Yet he and the Stevonic Emperor both knew that
they had to risk it.
His planets were dying just as everybody else's. Expansion had ceased
twenty thousand years ago. The last fertile agrarian planets were
expiring due to overpopulation and de-naturalization. After they were
gone, famines would ravage the whole galaxy. The populations would just
tear up the metal masses that covered up every planet. Underneath that
metal would be the ancient soil which their ancestors had farmed twenty
thousand years ago. But without the metal coverings to organize the
masses and allow max-occupation, quintillions would die and strong
government would cease to exist.
"My lord? Prince Angelo of the Davidon League has come to see you,
he says that it's extremely urgent." said his imperial orderly.
"Oh well, let him in then." replied James drearily. He
remembered a time when he was a prince himself. In his youth, he was
called the "Sunshine Prince." His radiant smiles and outright
mocking of the fat viceroys that would come to visit his father the Lord
Supreme every month or so and flatter his highness to such a extent that
it was ridiculously obvious, lightened the entire Imperial court and
gave everyone a merry chuckle. But now he was nearly fifty-five years
old and had no heir. He did like this one young baron though, whose name
was Philip. Philip ruled over seventy-two planets in the Stentor
quadrant. His youth and vigor reminded the aging Supreme Lord of himself
n his youth.....
"Your highness, I humbly present to you Prince Angelo of the
Davidon league." said his orderly. Prince Angelo stepped in the
regal fashion learned by every royal. "How are you my lord?"
said Angelo. "Fine, fine, thank you" dully replied his
highness. "I have come to make you an offer." Angelo said.
"I want us to forget our differences in the past. Let us be allies.
I'll assist you in your effort to claim these new worlds the Stevonic
Emperor speaks of, and in return, you will help me overthrow Kuo, the
last incompetent ruler of the Davidon dynasty!"
two : An joining of forces
THE DAVIDON LEAGUE, a
group of more than four hundred princes and warlords united under a common name and a crown, made up a total of nine
percent of the galaxy. Its current ruler, or specifically, "Holy
Divinity" Kuo David cared more for hunting rhinodoctens and playing
holo-golf, than ruling this enormous coalition. The one person who made
it possible for Kuo's reign to continue without any coup de' tat or
serious revolutions was his royal minister Sandrinos Mattenbur.
Sandrinos walked past the royal indenants and clerics through the gilded
Imperial hallway and into his over-sized but comfortable office. The
Divine One was on a trip to the peasant world of Sangras, where
rhinodoctens thrived in the vivacious safaris. The emperor knew that
Sandrinos would manage everything. Sandrinos knew it too. Sandrinos kept
the citizens of the league content with his free intergalactic feasts.
The credits used to pay for these feasts came from spoils that came from
the sacking of "barbarian" worlds. He also used the money from
the spoils to expand and update the navy even more, as to scare off any
over ambitious prince who dared risk to overthrow his divine emperor.
"Bbeeeeppp", Sandrinos looked up at the screen above his desk.
A prince Angelo of the Obesquian Sector was attacking the royal grounds
with S-77 falcon-jets. At the moment, the high general of the Imperial
Navy could not but burst out laughing. Falcon-jets were as old as holo-graphic
televisors, which were invented six hundred years ago. After he had
finished laughing, he wiped the tears from his eyes and looked at the
screen on the mainboard. The color disappeared from his face with
amazing speed. The image of two gigantic alpha atomizer vessels marked
with the symbol of the Jamesian realms had appeared on the screen!
Hunting was the most you could get out of life nowadays. Kuo aimed,
fired, and hit his desired target. The graceful fall of the male
rhinodocten onto the mud of the safari was an incredible sight to
behold. The majestic animal spent the last minutes of its life moaning
with a hollowed and deep pitch. It was an incredible sound to hear. Life
was easy and tranquil, the only thing that bothered the Divine One was
that he would have to leave in a couple of days. The foundation of an
empire depended on the presence of the emperor at his imperial court. He
would have to at least stay there for two months before departing again.
"Oh Divine One! The capital has been besieged! I cannot believe it
but I just received an official report that a small prince by the name
of Angelo has taken over the capital world with the assistance of the
Jamesian realms. But do not worry your divinity, Lord Sandrinos was able
to escape with the entire Imperial Navy, and is heading for Sangras
right now to protect your divine majesty. Once he arrives, he will
somehow find a way to rally up the most loyal planets of the league. But
we will have to remain here until you can be assured a safe journey back
to the capital after Sandrinos has re-conquered it."
The only reaction of the Holy Divinity after he had heard this news was
joy that he would be able to continue to hunt in the safaris of Sangras,
until the Galactic Spirit knew when!
three: The Hordes of Gold
SHE WAS STRONG-WILLED
AND CUNNING, but she was a dreamer. She dreamt about destroying the
technology that while granting man a huge number of options, at the same
time caused so many problems. She wanted to revert back to the savagery
of a life based on agriculture, however savage it sounded. The world
would be more even, more fair. Food and money would be distributed more
evenly rather than to the rich first and the poor last. She commandeered
an army of 60,000 "savages" who had left their dying home
planets looking for any form of work. They came and were inspired by the
hope she had given them in her dreams.
Her name was Hana. The planets
that were under the control of her barbarian armies had been wrestled
slowly from the Scottian kingdoms who had little resources to defend its
peripheral systems, and little interest left in these planets that all
contained extreme climates, either desert or jungle. She was only able
to feed her people by extracting yeast cultures from fungus near the
jungle mountains and dying sand in an acid solution taken from beneath
the dry earth that makes it soft and partly nutritious. Even her own
daily meal only consisted of yeast bread, yeast eggs, and sand poebe,
with two bits of real ham looted from passing merchant starships.
Luckily, water was easily available through the jungle climate.
As the hordes of gold eased
through the shower of meteor dust, their leader pondered whether she was
making a mistake in aiding the Imperial imbeciles on their quest for new
worlds. She never wanted anything to do with those empires that had
slowly forged this galaxy's ruin over a period of twenty thousand years
by sapping up every know natural resource left in their knowledge. But
this was a time of desperation and action had to be taken immediately to
ensure some kind of hope upon the people of this galaxy, where hope had
become more precious than life itself. She also had one major concern,
what would the people she was going to aid do after they had their
planets? Would they drain those new planets of all their resources as
they had did in their own galaxy? She was going to see that it must not
"Hana, we are arriving at
the Inter-galaxy spaceport," she heard her high chief call out. She
walked out and saw her chiefs gazing disgustedly at the gigantic
titanium space port, thinking of how many caves were mined and how much
fuel it took to mine the caves to the build the thing. The port docked
with her vessel and she led the way into the gravitator. They took off
their suits and entered the center.
were greeted by a couple of imperial orderlies who escorted them into a
conference hall. "Well, Queen Hana, its been quite a while since we
last meet," were the first words Hana heard as she stepped through
the doorway. Her eyes found those of Steven III, emperor, and lost