Dark Star
2,000 Years After the Unbidden Coming
By the light of a dying sun, humanity makes its stand against the undying terrors of the darl. The void is filled with a blazing storm of ships. Ruined stations drift sombrely through the darkness, blast doors open like a yawning mouth. Bodies drift through space. Hulking Argiir with tentacles spilling out of their robes, but also humans. Many more humans.
As the Federation ships begin to call in over the coms, there is only one thing all are seeing. Ahead, facing into the blazing sun, ten thousand black clad ships are slowly powering up. Streams of energy surge from the star into the ships gaping maws. A million death bringing devices begun to blaze, and the void becomes a raging inferno of doom. The Federation ships ready themselves. Klaxons blare and orders scream through the coms, but the people are quiet. They are praying. Praying not for glory, not for victory, but for swift and merciful death. With one last sombre warcry, humanity charges towards its end...
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Ten thousand years in the future, this is but one of many tragedies.
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For thousands of years the United Federation has pursued a policy of relentless expansion and war. Trillions have been sacrificed on the altar of progress, and entire civilizations of xenos have been destroyed. The Human Sphere was once tens of light years across but then came the Argiir. They pushed back the Federation at every front, swarms of black ships silhouetted against the blazing star. First came the Darkness, as if the essence of the star began to flow into their ships. Then came the Terror, riots, panic, death and destruction. Desperately the people tried to contact someone, anyone, but to no avail. Last came the ships. Thousands of them, long and sleek, like nothing ever seen before.
Many have speculated on where the Argiir came from, but it is known by all why they came. Every system they enter, they leave with a dead sun. They draw out the essence, the energy of the star and use it to power their hideous devices. They themselves consume the essence, for they cannot live without. They have stripped many galaxy's to the bone, leaving them devoid if life or light.
This is humanity's final hour, and for every Argiir left floating in the void, a thousand fill its place. They are inevitable. They are inescapable. They are death incarnate, and they will destroy life itself...
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