In a single second, everything changes within the Bloodbearer’s hangar bay. The eyes of countless Kraktol, Mallali, and Avaru, previously locked onto Grundle during his theatrics, fail to perceive the invisible figure teleporting behind their ranks. Admiral Rodriguez condenses all of his Dermal Armor onto his fist in order to deliver a blow so violent…
Loreen Kindris, the Thülvik, supreme leader of the Kraktol, stands inside the Bloodbearer’s hangar bay with her chest puffed out and a look of victory stretched across her face. Beside her stands a large wolf-like Dakkit, someone who comes up nearly two feet shorter than Loreen, yet still manages to look only slightly less intimidating…
Several times, one of the male or female Kraktol will stop and grunt while pointing at crude-looking rope traps made from woven vines. After having their dear leader snatched out from under their noses in the middle of the night, these fresh graduates don’t dare to underestimate the so-called ‘primitive human’ any longer. "Look here,"…
Several times, one of the male or female Kraktol will stop and grunt while pointing at crude-looking rope traps made from woven vines. After having their dear leader snatched out from under their noses in the middle of the night, these fresh graduates don’t dare to underestimate the so-called ‘primitive human’ any longer. "Look here,"…
Grundle easily picks up the injured Admiral with his left arm and Soren with his right. He rushes forward like the wind, his heavy feet crashing against the ground as he half-carries them out of the underground complex. This allows José to wield Soren’s weapon more easily, having lost his own. "Why didn’t Sapphire come…
Long ago, before the Mallali, Rodaks, and other Sentients were anything more than a speck in the Creator’s eye, Terrans ruled the Milky Way. Their complete domination of the second-largest galaxy in the Local Cluster did not come as a result of luck or happenstance. They overcame relentless odds, defeating a powerful Type III galaxy-spanning…
Admiral Rodriguez reveals a glimmer of humanity’s former glory as he deftly weaves through the gunfire bombarding his position. He ducks, dodges, and dives around, occasionally teleporting out of sight as he makes his way toward one of the five remaining autonomous drones. These robots, each more than fifty feet tall, tower above the human…
Elsewhere in the Milky Way. A trident-shaped spaceship slowly descends through the atmosphere of a water-covered planet, one with less than five percent of its land resting above sea level. The vessel drops down into a private hangar, where the roof closes upon its arrival, sealing it inside. Minutes later, an entry ramp slides down…
A deep, dark tunnel stretches out before Admiral Rodriguez and his three Kraktol followers. As they quickly but cautiously step into the underground passageway, the Admiral’s party pauses to turn on the floodlights attached to their armor systems. Despite the tunnel once belonging to Ramma’s Chosen, not a single activation command sent by the Admiral…
Admiral Rodriguez paces back and forth across the Bloodbearer’s Bridge, its primary command center with more than three hundred consoles. Seventy percent of their chairs sit occupied by Kessu officers, while the remainder seat Kraktol. Despite fewer Kraktol working on the Bloodbearer compared to the Kessu, they still possess a substantial presence among the conglomerate…
