A Beast Awakens (Part III)

*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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   The First High Leader, looking away from the man in the suit as he continues to activate the Kronos from the suit’s left forearm, watches the natural forces of the planet continue to establish itself as the true powerholders of Olympus. Flakes of snow creep in through the cracks of the mountain-sized, plain-like empty hangar’s ceiling as thunderclaps continue to pound the very skies of Olympus itself. The First High Leader, walking towards the opened massive hangar doors, feels the torrents of heavy rain and gusts of winds blowing against him as lightning is seen striking the distant mountains under the nighttime sky. Continuing his approach to the hangar doors, lightning strikes begin to draw closer to the open hangar doors as the thunderclaps continue battering the skies with extreme force, causing nearby mountains seen around the building the hangar is in begin to crack with huge chunks of rocks tumbling down to the rivers below. Stopping at the near edge of the hangar doors, the First High Leader, placing his hands in front of his eyes to reduce the impact of the rain hitting on him as he squints his eyes, looks down into what feels like a bottomless pit encompassed by pitch-black darkness that not even the bright flashes of the lighting can even break through.

   Knowing that the hangar he is in is placed within a building surrounded by fortresses of snow-capped mountains is already dangerous enough to a point where an avalanche could bury the entirety of the building considering the resources needed to prevent that from happening are currently used for the war against the Central Galactic Alliance. Winds begin to pick up speeds to that of strong gale-force winds as the many moons of Olympus – one of two factors providing light to the darkened skies of the Olympian skies (the lightning being the second factor) – becomes blocked out by the clouds that surround all over. Thunder is still heard all throughout the areas as lighting begins to crazily strike about the nearby mountains and the building itself, but only for very bright sets of lights to shine up the entire vast, empty hangar; the First High Leader, drenched completely, turns around and sees the Kronos itself now activated – smiling faintly as he feels the powerful rumblings of the engines from within the warship. The First High Leader, remaining where he is at still as he shakes slightly from the coldness that is felt inside the hangar still, sees the man in the suit begin to approach him. The man in the suit, keeping his attention fixed upon the First High Leader as he walks with ease – despite the heavy winds and rain that blow against him – speaks calmly as he, too, watches the natural forces of the planet from underneath his visor “A man such as yourself – one whom has been chosen to lead our world to prosperity – should not have to see to the duties of a military high-ranking officers’ responsibilities in all this turmoil…” The man in the suit looks to the First High Leader and continues speaking “You of all people should be kept somewhere where it is safe, such as a hidden bunker from one of our colonized worlds, until the war is over…” The man in the suit looks away from the First High Leader, pressing different sets of buttons that has the Kronos counter the effects of the winds and rain that blow into the hangar, keeping it remaining outside man-made structures “…assuming we do make it out of this…”

   The First High Leader, letting out an expression of relief now that the winds and rain no longer come inside the hangar, breathes softly as the loud thunderclaps of in the nighttime skies are heard “I choose to remain here with my people, Olympian. I will not abandon them at this time of hour, nor will ever do so…” Turning his head towards the man in the suit, the First High Leader’s face becomes that of curiosity as he looks upon the armored suit the man is in “Who are you, Olympian…? You are one of us, yet…I do not know who you truly are underneath that armor…” The man in the suit looks to the First High Leader, watching him for a few seconds before answering “I am simply a man who wants to help my world survive, First Leader. I am simply a man who wants to have a future here on this world. I am simply a man…who wants a family to love and raise…here…on this world…” The man in the suit looks back out to the heavy rain, with the strong gale-force winds blowing it in different directions, feeling the deep booms of the thunderclaps and the bolts of lightning striking the ground as it the light from it reflects from his visor “I am no higher, nor am I no lower than our people of Olympus. I do not expect you to believe what I have to say, First Leader, but…allow me to show you how much this world means to me…” The First High Leader, continues to listen to the man in suit’s explanation “I believe you, Olympian. I know…this world means much to you…as to us Olympians as well…”

   The First High Leader, looking back to the Kronos as it is ready for launch, watches it in amazement “This is, by far, the largest…and heaviest warship in the history of our galaxy. How will you command it with no crew aboard to operate it…?” the First High Leader asked, wondering what will be done since no crew was assigned. The man in the suit simply replies, “It does not require a crew, First Leader; it is autonomous…” The First High Leader, confused as to how that is possible, looks back to man in the suit, but before he can speak, a Titherum-class destroyers’ searchlights – from the Second Extrasolar Fleet – is seen entering the skies of Olympus as the man in the suit quickly looks to the First High Leader and takes him, along with the other individuals who came along back the circular elevator “A destroyer has already reached us, First Leader! If a ship such as that can enter our skies, then that means the fleet fighting ours has either won or nearing victory in a few seconds…!” The man in the suit pushes a switch for the elevator to begin its descent as he yells aloud once more “Stay down in the bunker until I give a signal everything is safe….!” As the elevator continues its five-mile descent, the First High Leader nods in agreement as the man in the suit quietly speaks to himself as he places a finger to a button on the suit’s left forearm “Show them…what you are capable of…”

   The man in the suit presses the button, allowing the Kronos to lift off into the skies with tremendous earthquake-like rumblings shaking the grounds as the lone Titherum-class destroyer spots the incoming Kronos and prepares to fire anti-warship weaponry upon it. The destroyer, making the mistake of firing its weapons upon the Kronos, is utterly destroyed as the Kronos merely rams into the puny warship, continuing to make its way towards the outer space. The man in the suit, watching the colorful fireworks of the destroyed Titherum-class destroyer, keeps his eyes focused upon the Kronos as he speaks once more “Show them, Beast of the Skies; show them…what you are capable of…” The Kronos, having now reached the vacuum of space prepares countdown for hyperspace travel, locking coordinates to the space battle happening in the Outer Rims of the Tavarius System while readying all weapons aboard. Five…four…three…two…one – the Kronos makes the jump to hyperspace, breaking all records of speed achieved by any warship as it now heads towards its designated target: The Second Extrasolar Fleet. The Alpha-Fourth Olympian Grand Fleet, once considered as the most powerful and elite naval fleet of Olympus, now stands at the mercy of the Second Extrasolar Fleet numbering with only seventy-five warships in total against the trillion-strong enemy fleet. The Grand Fleet, forming yet another improvised fortification against their enemies, hold strong as the remaining warships fire their weapons upon any Second Extrasolar warship they can target…but…all firing…is pointless.

   The weapons do no harm to the Second Extrasolar warships, for now, the remaining Grand Fleet warships continue their firing, hoping that somewhere or something amongst the stars…can save them from their end. The Fleet Admiral of the Grand Fleet, knowing the invasion on Olympus is inevitable and is powerless to stop the forthcoming Second Extrasolar Fleet, watches as every single enemy warship prepares to fire their weapons upon them, only to look down and softy says, “Till the end of times…I will always serve to protect…” The Second Extrasolar Fleet – now the most fearsome fleet of the Central Galactic Alliance – fires all their weapons upon the remaining Alpha-Fourth Olympian Grand Fleet. Every crewmember aboard the Grand Fleet warships watch the incoming weaponry approaching, seeing the blanket of weaponry blocking out the lights provided by nearby stars; every crewmember knowing…this is their time. All crewmembers lower their heads, waiting for the silent explosions that no one will hear in the emptiness of space, but just as the vast amount of weaponry draws closer to the Grand Fleet, an object of astonishing size, makes the jump out of hyperspace.

   The object, moving in front of the Grand Fleet, fires hordes of flares at the incoming projectiles, preventing all from reaching the Grand Fleet warships. All crewmembers of the Alpha-Fourth Olympian Grand Fleet and Second Extrasolar Fleet look upon the object with great wonder and disbelief before their eyes, never having seen a warship of such great magnitude, power, and speed. As the object keeps in front of the Grand Fleet fortification, a hologram appears in front of every Olympian crewmember with the man in the suit transmitting a message “The object that has appeared in front of your very eyes is a warship of Olympus called the Kronos; turn your ships around and make your journey back to Olympus…” The crewmembers of the Grand Fleet look back to the Kronos, still in awe of its very appearance as the man in the suit gives one last message “It would be wise to leave the battle while you still can…or you will mistakenly be considered a Second Extrasolar warship…” The Fleet Admiral of the Grand Fleet, without any hesitation, orders for all remaining warships to turn back to Olympus for safety and repairs, leaving the Kronos the sole ship to fight against the trillion-strong, most fearsome Second Extrasolar Fleet of the Central Galactic Alliance.