Into the Void
Deep within the void, of uncharted space. That was so long ago sparsely explored by the daring and brave of the age old empire. Select few from many other nations caught but a glimpse of the old warhorse, fading into nothing but rumors as it seemed to wither and decay in on itself. The sad truth behind they had no choice but to pursue this choice of warlike devotion, this truth left evident but buried as to why under billions of years of destruction and chaos forced to defend against. Many a nation had shown themselves to be a military unmatched, until meeting the faithful warships of the Sovereignty. Terrified of what may come, only to find that was but a sleeping giant without a David to topple the Goliath. From the outside perception, all would be well of Vortukia, even in their own home galactic nest all would seem quaint and fair. But when one delves in they would find a dying nation yearning out a cry of betrayal of themselves, lost at their chance as a true nation, now becoming too late... But this is a story for another time, and another life where so much more would be uncovered.
Now was a time for exploration, for contact with the unknown to learn and decipher false truths, and true lies. To discover the inevitable tale of two nations each rich with diverse history to be nurtured and explored.
In the voids of space, away from any planetary body, celestial entity or trace of civilization. A ship pierced the dark fabric of space time, long and sleek in a metallic design crafted with care, only a true warrior could perceive. If destruction and death was a art, this would be it's brush. Weapons dotted it's front and mid cage, as coils teeming with energy twisted and turned around it only to give off the true sight of a awesome weapon that would pack a devastating punch. A kilometer or so across long, is soared through space, to destinations...unknown.
Deep within the void, of uncharted space. That was so long ago sparsely explored by the daring and brave of the age old empire. Select few from many other nations caught but a glimpse of the old warhorse, fading into nothing but rumors as it seemed to wither and decay in on itself. The sad truth behind they had no choice but to pursue this choice of warlike devotion, this truth left evident but buried as to why under billions of years of destruction and chaos forced to defend against. Many a nation had shown themselves to be a military unmatched, until meeting the faithful warships of the Sovereignty. Terrified of what may come, only to find that was but a sleeping giant without a David to topple the Goliath. From the outside perception, all would be well of Vortukia, even in their own home galactic nest all would seem quaint and fair. But when one delves in they would find a dying nation yearning out a cry of betrayal of themselves, lost at their chance as a true nation, now becoming too late... But this is a story for another time, and another life where so much more would be uncovered.
Now was a time for exploration, for contact with the unknown to learn and decipher false truths, and true lies. To discover the inevitable tale of two nations each rich with diverse history to be nurtured and explored.
In the voids of space, away from any planetary body, celestial entity or trace of civilization. A ship pierced the dark fabric of space time, long and sleek in a metallic design crafted with care, only a true warrior could perceive. If destruction and death was a art, this would be it's brush. Weapons dotted it's front and mid cage, as coils teeming with energy twisted and turned around it only to give off the true sight of a awesome weapon that would pack a devastating punch. A kilometer or so across long, is soared through space, to destinations...unknown.