Rylan breathed a sigh of relief, but he knew this was only the beginning. The galaxy was too small, and the fight for the Vornesh Sector was just one small scar in a much larger, endless war. He looked at the vast, seamless map, seeing the trade routes, the enemy reinforcements, and the distant, dark corners where new fleets were being built.
"Send a message to the home system," he said. "Accelerate the development of the orbital extractors on the colony ships. I don’t care if it risks stability; we need that alloy for the next fleet wave."
Sins of a Solar Empire II had promised a war of attrition, but this was becoming a nightmare. "Report," Rylan commanded, his voice raspy. Grzechy Imperium SЕ‚onecznego II
The Sovereign took another hit, the ship shuddering, but it was still standing. The war of the Sun wasn't over yet.
"Commander!" Anya shouted. "The Vasari are targeting the shipyard! If that goes down, we can’t repair the Kol!" Rylan breathed a sigh of relief, but he
Rylan leaned forward. This was the beauty—and terror—of this new era of warfare. Unlike the old battles, everything here was kinetic. A projectile fired from a cruiser actually traveled through space. He saw a salvo of missiles miss the orbital station, continue on their trajectory, and destroy an asteroid mining facility in the distance.
Commander Rylan Vance stared at the tactical display on the bridge of the Sovereign , his flagship, a massive Marza-class dreadnought. The blue glow of the display reflected in his tired eyes. Outside the viewport, the crimson nebula of the sector danced with the fiery trails of incoming Vasari Coalition projectiles. "Send a message to the home system," he said
The silence of the Vornesh Sector was broken not by sound, but by the tearing of space-time.
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