For the hundredth time, a violent screeching of rusted metal resounds throughout the crew-quarters area. José tears a door open with brute strength and gasps for breath as another cloud of dust explodes in his face. After stumbling backward, the Admiral disengages his Dermal Armor and coughs violently. "Kaff! Kaff! By the Divine Emperor… I’ve…
After petting each of the Kessu and allaying their fears, José begins walking down the ramp toward his two newest Kraktol allies, both of whom send waves of fear spiking within the hearts of Elder Nyoor and his family. "Oh, great Precursor…" Nyoor whimpers. "Must we face these hideous, scaled fiends? Look at their giant…
José stands at the bottom of one of the Dragon Breath’s many interceptors, near its hangar-port. The vessel is a small, two-person craft with limited space aboard. Its shape resembles an angular bullet, with wings that stick out a few feet from its side horizontally before angling upward in a ‘V’ shape. Strewn around the…
Tactical Officer Soren, a yellow-scaled Kraktol, watches silently as Commander Orgon battles against Admiral José Rodriguez in a fight to the death. The two combatants unleash a frenzy of vicious stabs, jabs, and grabs, attempting to beat each other unconscious or throw their opponent to the floor to finish them off. Orgon’s reptilian scales give…
Admiral José Rodriguez, the last living Terran, slowly strides toward the bubble-shield separating the Bloodbearer’s hangar bay from the blackness of the Void outside. The oxygen-shield allows physical objects to pass through, while also maintaining the pressurization of the hangar, providing a window-like viewing experience into the galaxy beyond the Bloodbearer’s shadow. After arriving next…
Fleet Commander Orgon the Unkillable, leader of the Tarus II subjugation force, stands behind First Officer Megla as she browses countless records inside the Dragon Breath’s database. Her reptilian slit-eyes flick from right to left as she scrolls through innumerable walls of text, searching for the information her commander requested. "Still nothing?" Orgon asks, as…
Admiral Rodriguez stares intently at the Kessu elder at his feet. The tiny ball of panda-colored fur stands only four-feet-tall, less than half the Terran’s height. With such a domineering difference in stature, it’s no wonder the other Kessu shrink back from the dark-skinned, furless alien before them. Elder Nyoor forces himself to remain firm…
Several kilometers from the Bloodbearer, aboard the Assault Ordinance Platform, ‘Dragon’s Breath.’ Orgon the Unkillable paces back and forth on his ship’s bridge. The Kraktol Fleet Commander reveals his impatience as he turns to his Chief Tactical Officer. "Tactical Officer Soren! What have you found?" The yellow-scaled Kraktol swivels in her chair to face her…
A hissing of oxygen interrupts the silence of a massive cryogenic facility. Almost four thousand metallic coffin-shaped stasis pods sit attached to the wall, each one inscribed with the name and callsign of its occupant. One of them lowers to the floor, guided by a robotic apparatus. Its square-shaped bottom strikes the exo-steel paneling, sending…
Fire rains from the sky. Ash and dust choke the air my people breathe. As I raise my eyes to look at the Void, the stars fade away, dimmed by the brightness of the invasion force that has come to annihilate my planet. "Father Nyoor!" A strapping young Kessu named Ruuki says. "We must retreat…
