A Beast Awakens (Part I)

*Before Formation of the Empire*

The dreaded, insurmountable Central Galactic Alliance is nearing its extinguish of the mighty Olympus. Surrounded on all fronts, the Olympian High Leaders issue out for a weapon to be built – a “super weapon” of sorts (as one may call it) – to be built for the protection of the home-world. With time not favoring the lone planet as it battles against an entire galaxy, the race to finishing the so-called “super weapon” has managed completion, only for now...can the “super weapon” be tested in combat for the first time.

War Clock: Three Years, Seven Months, Two Weeks, and Five Days into the Galactic War

Locations: Olympian Galaxy / Solaris Cluster / Tavarius System: Outer Rims & Third planet: Olympus – Underground Weapons Bunker

Mission Brief: The Alpha-Fourth Olympian Grand Fleet, set far out in the Outer Rims of the Tavarius System – designated as the 1st line of defense for Olympus from the encroaching Second Extrasolar Fleet (one among many of entire worlds’ naval fleets from their system origins merging together) that was created by the all-powerful, near god-like, unstoppable Central Galactic Alliance – is on the verge of annihilation, desperately holding off the Second Extrasolar Fleet for however long they can until the arrival of a rumored, newly-built Super Battlecarrier arrives for support.

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   “Is it ready…?” the First High Leader – one among a group of seven men chosen to lead the planet Olympus through prosperity before the incursion of the Central Galactic Alliance on Olympus – asked in a stern and firm voice as he looks out through a translucent, mansion-sized window from deep in the Underground Weapons Bunker – five miles beneath – watching what appears to be a behemoth of a warship hanging high from, one-hundred and ten story, building-like cranes as it receives final adjustments by dozens of two-hundred-foot-tall, humanoid-like machines. A technical officer overseeing the operations of the humanoid-like machines responds back to the First High Leader, pessimism heard in the officer’s voice “The Second Extrasolar Fleet, sir…they are…they are…” The officer pauses in reply as he looks to the stadium-sized, holographic projection of the battle between the Alpha-Fourth Olympian Grand Fleet and the Second Extrasolar Fleet that mounts high above for display on the Olympianum-coated walls, looking back to the First High Leader nervously. “Sir…” the officer takes a gulp as few beads of sweat pour down from his forehead “…the Second Extrasolar Fleet…is decimating ours…”

   The technical officer turns to look back at the projection, watching two Second Extrasolar Infernum-class battleships firing on an Olympian supercarrier, splitting the ship into two – continuing to speak “How can one ship…be anywhere capable of defeating an entire Extrasolar fleet…?” The First High Leader, standing upright as he watches the Olympian supercarrier obliterated to nothing, simply repeats his question “Is the ship ready, Officer…?” The technical officer, turning back around to face the First High Leader, looks down at his manifest, seeing all work from the humanoid-like machines is finished “Yes, sir…it is…finished…” The First High Leader keeps his eyes fixed upon the destroyed Olympian supercarrier, many pieces of the ship drifting in the open space as the rest of the Second Extrasolar Fleet, numbering in the trillions, continue to pound the Alpha-Fourth Olympian Grand Fleet – their forces reduced from half a billion to only one-fourth of a million. The First High Leader turns his attention away from the projection of the ongoing battle, walking a few steps as he places his hands on a railing and looks upon the vast warship that hangs high above him, releasing a sigh as he quietly speaks to himself “This is our…last hope; all…that we have left to defend ourselves…” Raising his head slightly, the First High Leader continues to watch the warship “If we fail now…we’ll lose all hope in establishing a future for ourselves amongst the stars…” The First High Leader reverts to his previous posture, standing upright as he makes his way down what feels to be a never-ending, metal stairway; the sounds of his boots gently hitting against the metal grate steps, echoing throughout the megalopolis-like underground bunker as the many scientists, officers, troops and civilians alike turn to face the imposing First High Leader.

   Hands placed behind his lower back, chest held out with pride, head raised high – the First High Leader needed to present himself to all as someone to respect, especially holding the position of “First High Leader”. All military personnel face the First High Leader and salute him as he walks past hundreds of millions of military personnel along with a few million scientists and civilians watching the great First High Leader as he continues to walk. The raging battle between the Second Extrasolar Fleet and the Alpha-Fourth Olympian Grand Fleet – what remains of them – continue to screen on the holographic projection, many of the people inside the bunker growing anxious as the Second Extrasolar Fleet nears victory. Stopping, the First High Leader looks up to the enormous projection of the battle, breathing in softly as two Second Extrasolar Infernum-class battleships ram into a medium-sized carrier, then into four destroyers – destroying them with ease as crew of the now-destroyed warships are seen floating in the outer space, choking due to no oxygen present…the life within them fading away as the First High Leader looks down and sighs softly. “Mister…?” A small, young girl says, holding a baby dragon in her arms as she stands beside a soldier “What…what will happen to us…?” The First High Leader, his back facing the young girl as his head remains looking down, answers the young girl “Nothing will happen to you, little one…” The First High Leader slowly turns around to face the young girl, shifting his eyes towards everyone else who look to him for an answer “Nothing…will happen to any of us…” Looking to the projection, he raises a finger and points to the battle that presently occurs “They are there…our people…who fight to defend our world from the beings of this galaxy that wish to see us crumble and cower in fear…” Keeping his attention fixed upon everyone, the First High Leader’s voice echoes faintly throughout the Underground Weapons Bunker, silence only heard each time the First High Leader finishes speaking “Many of you have…husbands and wives…brothers and sisters…sons and daughters…fathers and mothers…fighting…as I speak…”

   On the projection, the Alpha-Fourth Olympian Grand Fleet – now numbering in the ten-thousands against trillions of Second Extrasolar Fleet warships – group together to form an improvised fortification…desperate to hold the line against their unstoppable enemies; many people of the Underground Weapons Bunker watch with great sadness as they look down in fear for their loved ones, and the looming Central Galactic Alliance that draws nearer with each warship that is destroyed. Seeing the people’s fears and concerns growing of what could possibly happen to them, the First High Leader still keeps his attention on everyone who watches him “I do not expect you to…have faith in me…to saving our world…but I only ask…to give me a chance in showing I am worthy protecting over all of you…to show that I can give each and every one of you the future you deserve amongst the stars…” Slowly, the First High Leader turns his head to, once again, to look at the projection of the ongoing space battle, speaking softly as the improvised fortification the Alpha-Fourth Olympian Grand Fleet formed begins to break apart “So much we have been through; coming from a petty, poor world that was incapable of sustaining itself…to now becoming one of the most powerful and mightiest planets within this heavenly – no…this…hell-bent, tyrannical, merciless of a galaxy seeking to rule over us all…” The First High Leader turns away from the projection and looks upon the many people that watch and listen to him still, moving a few steps forward towards the hundreds of millions of people in total “We…” The First High Leader pauses, hesitating for a moment as he looks toward the massive warship that hangs from the high ceiling as the dozens of two-hundred-foot-tall, humanoid-like machines leap down from the roof of the ship. Landing down together with faint rumblings felt throughout the Underground Weapons Bunker, the humanoid-like machines fall in into a formation of attention as the First High Leader resumes his statement “We…only have one more chance…just one…to drive off the attackers who dare to end us all…”

   Raising his hand and pointing to the warship, the First High Leader slightly raises his voice “What you see there…is our last shot in driving away the Second Extrasolar Fleet who come closer to us every second; what you see there…is a ship built from an Olympian who claims the war will turn to our favor as it fights alongside us…” Placing his hands behind his lower back, the First High Leader continues speaking firmly and confidently “This Olympian, someone whom I never met before…said to me…this ship will become the protector of our world…” All people of the Underground Weapons Bunker look to the warship, what the First High Leader was expecting to see in their eyes was that of hope…but…all that was seen was despair in their eyes. With the loss of many loved ones, the forthcoming threat of the Central Galactic Alliance, and the feeling of powerlessness…all the First High Leader could feel was failure within his heart. Failure…that he could not lift the spirits of his people as he looks back to the gargantuan warship that hangs high above, whispering to himself “Why us…? What did we ever do…to deserve this…?”