It was said that millenia ago, an ancient, cruel war spread across the stars, consuming billions of lives, hundreds of planets, all for the wishes and glory of a few empires. One of these empires, its name forgotten by time, was known for its seemingly terrifying power, for its brutality throughout its conflicts, for its sheer determination and wrathfulness, seemingly going to any extent to win whatever conflict it found itself entangled it.
Of course, as with all other things during those brutal years, they were swept aside, their empire and power destroyed and abandoned, in their place was nothing but ashes and graves.
Unlike many other empires of the time, this one would find its resurgence, one brought about by its descendants, united after many grueling years of scattered life throughout their homeworld. These descendants, calling themselves Dysisans, would unknowingly continue an ancient legacy, one that claimed the only limit was the end of the universe. Before they could even begin to start that legacy, however, they would first have to uncover it, and some things are best left buried.
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Dysisa System
DSV Wrathiava
Mavia 32, 3131
The DSV Wrathiava was a standard Dysisan vessel. It was small, a paltry 600 meters, seemingly miniscule for a supposed battlecruiser. It was crewed by a miniscule crew, little more than 200 men and woman served onboard it, and even then, it still felt cramped onboard the vessel. Finally, it was designed to ruin the life of anything that dared to make an enemy of the Dysisans, armed with thousands upon thousands of missiles, all of them capable of hitting a target on the other side of a solar system, and defended against potential close range attackers with dozens of gamma ray laser defenses, designed to damage capital ships, missiles, and fighters alike.
The Wrathiava, unlike most newer Dysisan vessels, was not actually under Dysisan naval control. It was one of few such vessels which found itself under control of a De’Jaim clan, the technologically minded groups that helped unify the people of Dysisa together, as well as lead its technological advancement until recently. Another oddity was the fleet it was with, not the typical Ireminan fleet, often small and made up of older ships and refitted freighters, but a Colonial Dysisan Fleet, designed to fight off both foreign aggressors as well as successfully mount a naval assault on anything that needed to be assaulted.
At its helm stood a woman who appeared to be in her thirties, her actual age considerably older. Her dark red eyes, typical of all Dysisans, were scanning through a variety of documents, all holographic and seemingly created via a small box, projecting what looked to be simple pieces of paper. She looked at the papers given to her, valuable records from her own clan, Iremina. They were cryptic, deciphered from an ancient tongue, albeit with some similarities to the modern dialects of Dysisa.
“A horrid machine, built to crack the gates of gods asunder. . . “ She spoke to herself, an ominous presence seemingly flooding the ship. These were ancient words, words spoken by a supposed Dysisan from a time long gone. The description given by the data was incredibly unusual in many regards, especially seeing as to how most ancient Dysisan records were far less cryptic, and yet the supposed ‘Scourge’ was seemingly an exception to the rule. It seemed like she and the rest of Iremina would have to study the ‘Scourge’, and hopefully keep it away from whomever managed to stumble upon it.
