Yukkira
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- An Actual Walrus#6526
The Swarm That Blots Out The Sun
What does it mean to be all-consuming? To be eternal but not? To die yet to still draw breath? These are the questions that the Leviathan sometimes ponders upon as it continuously searches and hunts for the food that sustains itself. Forever on a mission as vague the concept of time, the Leviathan attempts to sustain its ever numerous bodies scattered across its few native star systems within the corridor between the Imperium, the Dominion, the Grohl, the Alliance, and the Primacy. Running out of food sources, the Leviathan reaches for the stars, lashing out at its unintentional creators, the Imperium. The Queen roars her defiance from her adopted home world, and her brood lash out with their claws laced with acid.
Alas however, they are not alone.
With the swarm that blots out the sun, come mighty warships of near alien design. Light arks away from pulse laser arrays. Orbital superiority fighters race away in silver waves. And orbital bombardment batteries rock the very earth that spawned their creation. The Unity of Avalon will have its dues. Armed with advanced weaponry developed on the Leviathan's adopted home world, the Unity of the Republic of Avalon is a culmination of refugees from the various humanoid empires scattered around the corridor. Scientists who have run afoul of the system. Militants who refused to back down when ordered to. Those sent to the prison colony that was Theta 2431 was abandoned by its former owners as the jungle expanse on the world began to mutate at a rapid pace. Leaving the prisoners for dead, they soon discovered a plant, not at all native to the planet, growing abundantly amidst the foliage. It spook to them in their dreams and with its help, the prisoners became unintentional pioneers, quickly proliferating and eventually building up what became the city of Avalon. Ramshackle shakes soon became modern, self-sustaining homes. Farmers turn to cultivators turn to innovators, fathers and mothers in more ways than one. And they came to adopt that strange plant as a sort of god-sent sign; a herald of an epoch of a sort.
A time of preparation and technological enlightenment.
From the ashes of the penal colony comes a thriving technological civilization. Mastering energy and wielding it at their fingertips. The Babylon called Avalon, after a mythic story of a city on a hill that women would tell their children, born of the penal colony by fathers supposedly with no future ahead of them. The city was supposed to be the glimmering hope the wardens of the colony gave to their charges. The hope of somehow, and eventually, buying their freedom...
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From the Dead They Arise...
What does it mean to be all-consuming? To be eternal but not? To die yet to still draw breath? These are the questions that the Leviathan sometimes ponders upon as it continuously searches and hunts for the food that sustains itself. Forever on a mission as vague the concept of time, the Leviathan attempts to sustain its ever numerous bodies scattered across its few native star systems within the corridor between the Imperium, the Dominion, the Grohl, the Alliance, and the Primacy. Running out of food sources, the Leviathan reaches for the stars, lashing out at its unintentional creators, the Imperium. The Queen roars her defiance from her adopted home world, and her brood lash out with their claws laced with acid.
Alas however, they are not alone.
With the swarm that blots out the sun, come mighty warships of near alien design. Light arks away from pulse laser arrays. Orbital superiority fighters race away in silver waves. And orbital bombardment batteries rock the very earth that spawned their creation. The Unity of Avalon will have its dues. Armed with advanced weaponry developed on the Leviathan's adopted home world, the Unity of the Republic of Avalon is a culmination of refugees from the various humanoid empires scattered around the corridor. Scientists who have run afoul of the system. Militants who refused to back down when ordered to. Those sent to the prison colony that was Theta 2431 was abandoned by its former owners as the jungle expanse on the world began to mutate at a rapid pace. Leaving the prisoners for dead, they soon discovered a plant, not at all native to the planet, growing abundantly amidst the foliage. It spook to them in their dreams and with its help, the prisoners became unintentional pioneers, quickly proliferating and eventually building up what became the city of Avalon. Ramshackle shakes soon became modern, self-sustaining homes. Farmers turn to cultivators turn to innovators, fathers and mothers in more ways than one. And they came to adopt that strange plant as a sort of god-sent sign; a herald of an epoch of a sort.
A time of preparation and technological enlightenment.
From the ashes of the penal colony comes a thriving technological civilization. Mastering energy and wielding it at their fingertips. The Babylon called Avalon, after a mythic story of a city on a hill that women would tell their children, born of the penal colony by fathers supposedly with no future ahead of them. The city was supposed to be the glimmering hope the wardens of the colony gave to their charges. The hope of somehow, and eventually, buying their freedom...
WIP