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[To the memory of Ashot Vartanyan.]

To the memory of Ashot Vartanyan.

I'd like to express my deepest gratitude to my invaluable friend, Ashot Vartanyan.
He's been helping me sinceuniversity. He was my literary mentor. True, not my first, but my second. After all, when I was studying at the Gorky Literary Institute, I was under the mentorship of Ruslan Kireev.

Ashot helped me with literally everything. He was one of those people who helped without any self-interest, simply because, as he once said, he saw something in me.
Ashot helped me defend my thesis with distinction, and then often invited me to Old Arbat for lunch, just to talk about life, or to have tea. He never supported anything that was going on around him. And he remained steadfast.
And that's why I'm proud to have been his friend.

We wrote two books together throughout our lives. One of them was dedicated to my dear grandfather.

It so happened that Ashot had been getting sick frequently lately. He gave so much to others and helped so many people that he completely forgot about himself.
He completely forgot about his own heart. Many people told him to pay attention. But he continued to live as if nothing had happened. To live and help people.
In the last two years, he called an ambulance very often because his health was getting worse.
And just recently, I learned that he had passed away.
It was a real blow for me. It was sudden. Because I didn't even have time to properly meet him again and give him the book "Genesis of Lacrima," as I had planned.

Honestly, I'm completely dejected now. Because I don't understand what's next. How did this happen... After all, just recently, his being alive was taken for granted. And now everything. Everything is in the past. Our get-togethers in cafes, our conversations, our collaboration on the first two books are in the past. How did this happen? Why?
One thing comforts me. We managed to do a lot together, and he truly guided me all these years. He led me forward along my creative path.
But our paths diverged....

Oh, if only we could truly know that that (other) world exists. And Ashot really is alive, somewhere out there... far, far away. It's just a shame I can't say "thank you" to him again for everything he did. I can't shake his hand anymore...

Rest in peace, friend.

[My new book "Genesis Lacrima" is ready.]

My new book "Genesis Lacrima" is ready.

Hello friends. Need to say, that i have done new full book about my universe.
Soon i`ll describe more info about it. All will be in this topic.

Thank you!

Sariano War 2596

Chiara di Sariano, governor of Sariano system

Not far time ago, i have created with my friend Cetx 2 missions for the Zero Hour game mod Contra about Sariano events. And i really must to post the whole plot-line. This line is quite new.
I hope, its will be interesting for you.

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The star system with two suns, Walcrofta Sariano, was colonized long before the events of the Acheron Galactic War. Formally, it was subordinate to the Artandir Republic, and accordingly, was part of the Coalition of the Galaxy. But due to the great distance from the epicenter of the Milky Way galaxy, the system was granted autonomy. Most life flowed on the exoplanet Sariano-4, the fourth in the system. The rest of the planets were lifeless.
The population of the colony consisted mainly of people from Protego, Tramontina, Beljamonte, Kraskovo and the border sectors of Artandir. Governors were elected by the local population. The president of Artandir was only required to approve and sign.

While the Acheron War with the neo-fascist League broke out in the main galaxy, separatist sentiments began to grow on Sariano. In 2595, the so-called Freedom Committee emerged there, calling on the people to resist the authorities. At first, this organization existed only on the local Internet, but then its supporters increased. By order of Governor Justino Longo, everyone who was somehow connected with the Committee was arrested. It came to attacks on government officials, and then to the introduction of a curfew in several cities on the planet. Longo's police often violated Artandir legislation and resorted to violence and even shooting. All this caused a storm of discontent among the population. Longo also increased pressure on local businessmen, actually suspecting them of financing separatist-minded citizens. However, few people knew that the governor himself was the cause of everything.

Lord Commander of the Defense Forces Alevizo Prada had long suspected that Longo was the culprit behind the separatist crisis on Sariano. The situation worsened considerably in mid-2596, when the Freedom Committee called all citizens of the sector to arms. There were calls to leave Artandir and the Coalition and declare independence "from the oppressors." The Governor ordered that all potential enemies of the system be tracked down and locked up in "filtration camps." All this only worsened the situation. In early June, according to the local calendar, an armed uprising broke out on Sariano-4. Forces supporting the Committee seized several weapons factories. Mass protests took place in the cities of the main planet, turning into violent clashes with the police and Defense forces. Up to 3,000 rebels died on the first day. The losses among the security forces were slightly lower. The death toll reached 1,200 people. Within three days, the Committee had an entire army of drones. However, Lord Commander Prada understood that without the agents working in the Governor's headquarters, the rebels could not gain access to the robotics. The head of the Defense forces reported everything via "encrypted communication" to the headquarters of Lady Chiara the Beautiful, who represented President Cedric's interests in the Far Worlds. According to Prada, Longo was crossing a dangerous line and had to be removed from his governorship. Chiara promised to convey to President Cedric all the information about what was happening on Sariano-4. At the same time, fighting was already breaking out on several planets in the Sariano system. Drones launched massive strikes against the concentration of Defense troops. The Artandir garrison and the Spaddachini company, intended to protect the sector from unwanted intrusions, were destroyed.

Soon Longo gave Prada the order to destroy the Committee forces that were trying to approach the main planetary capital. He urged the Lord Commander to use all available weapons, including nuclear ones. Prada understood that poisoning the capital's environs with radiation would lead to millions of deaths. Nevertheless, he ordered the nuclear missiles to be put on combat alert, but did not approve the order to fire. The rebels were approaching the capital. They had to be driven out of the environs, dispersed and destroyed. Which is what Prada did. The Defense Forces engaged in battle with the Committee's army of drones. The robots were destroyed within eight hours. The living soldiers, subordinate to the rebels, fought reluctantly. After the artillery shelling, the rebels wavered and retreated from the capital. They lost at least 10,000 fighters, including thousands of machines. However, the drones controlled by the Committee managed to cause significant damage to the Defense Forces. Then Longo himself stirred. He announced to Prada that he thanked him for his service, and that from now on, "by the will of the True God, Sariano is free from the Coalition." It instantly became clear that the governor was personally responsible for the uprising. Moreover, he was the main financier of the Committee. Everything was further complicated by the fact that Longo did not act out of a desire to enrich himself, like the leaders of the same Freedom Committee. He considered himself the bearer of the "Higher Goal" and the future autocrat, "the ideal ruler of the new world." Prada accused the governor of treason and ordered the fighters to move to his residence. But Longo activated a mechanoid powered by Elfurr technology. He moved with loyal troops to Prada. As a result of a fierce battle in the outskirts of the capital, the governor's mechanoid was destroyed. The explosion also killed the officers who had sworn allegiance to the traitor.

Sariano-4 capital

After Longo's forces were routed and the traitor killed, Prada ordered the "filtration camps" to be vacated and then several businessmen who had allegedly suffered from the former system leader's threats to be arrested. As it turned out, they had been helping him finance the Committee and were also preparing to separate the sector from the Coalition. The businessmen claimed that Longo had behaved very strangely before the betrayal and that he had persuaded them to betray him by threatening their families. The Lord Commander listened to the traitors, but nevertheless ordered them to be taken into custody. He intended to bring them to trial so that they would pay for their actions. Soon Prada held a video conference with all of Sariano's mayors and military representatives. Aleviso announced that until all of the traitors were caught, he would become the temporary head of the system. None of the Sariano elite condemned Prada. Everyone understood that his actions were aimed at protecting the sector.

Soon Lady Chiara arrived on Sariano, accompanied by 30,000 Coalition fighters. She announced that President Cedric was appointing her acting governor. Prada agreed, given her training and experience, and not ignoring the fact of their close relationship. 30,000 fighters were deployed in several cities of Sariano-4 at once. Within a week, the new government had identified up to 10 rebel cells that had collaborated with the Freedom Committee. Longo's "swindlers" were also found, mercenaries called upon to intimidate all those "disloyal" to the former governor. There were shootouts in several regions. The mercenaries refused to surrender and died in battle. Chiara personally participated in some operations, as she had an officer's rank and combat experience in the past war with the League.

But this was far from the last test for Chiara and the Lord Commander. Several mercenaries who had previously worked for Longo blew up the orbital defense stations, bringing them down on the capital. Only the activation of the energy shields at the right time saved the situation. Otherwise, there would have been many more victims. Then came reports of a small alien armada approaching Sariano-4. The aliens never made contact. However, the hulls of their insect-like ships clearly showed images of "crying faces." Prada immediately realized that Longo was not just a traitor. He clearly knew that an alien fleet was heading to the system, and was obviously collaborating with them. Chiara ordered that weapons be distributed to all Sarians who knew how to use them, so that they could protect the system. The aliens tried to land within the capital of Sariano-4, where battles with Longo's forces had recently taken place. But Artandir reinforcements of Chiara managed to destroy their landing shuttles. Some stormtroopers still landed within the city. There they were met with fire from tanks and heavy artillery. The aliens tried to attack the Sarians' positions with drones, but this option did not work either. Chiara's troops went on the offensive and destroyed all the aliens on the surface. Then nuclear strikes were launched against the invaders' ships. The Sarians launched at least 10 warheads. This ended with the destruction of the command ship in orbit. The aliens retreated, suffering heavy losses. At the same time, several copies of their technology remained on the planet's surface, which Chiara found interesting.

Thus, the new governor of the system, together with the loyal Lord Commander of the Defense, managed to defend Sariano and push back the invaders. President Cedric, having learned of the victories in the distant sector, ordered that Chiara (who became known as Chiara of Sariano) and Aleviso Prada be awarded urgently.
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["Sol Invictus"]

"Sol Invictus"

Hello everyone. I wrote this work last year. In fact, it is the ending of my universe, although in fact I am thinking about its further continuation (at least at the level of games and modifications).
It continues the line that you read in other works "Revenge of the Tyrants". You can find them in this section.

Also, I apologize for some inconsistencies or translation errors. I wrote the work in my native language.
For example, there may be different names for the Maingard Republic or the main character - Owen the Scorcher (he is sometimes Scorcher, sometimes Burner).

Thanks all for attention!

Prologue.

Acheron Prime Star Sector.

The battle with the League Crown Fleet "Avessalom" is in full swing.

Camera 1-2 footage.

The bridge of the dreadnought "Sol Invictus" is crowded. Admiral Cadmus Florin, who has already won at least 50 victories over the neo-fascists of the Acheron League, sits in the command chair. Officers scurry around. The first mate, a representative of the non-human race N-Sai named Dalotl, gives the admiral's orders.

Florin is worried. He knows that the armada "Silabirdin" is utterly defeated. The Khazaar fleet of Zindropa helped in this. Everyone knows that the Khazaars abandoned the League, raising an armed mutiny. They were much luckier than the Ho-Nari, whose worlds were bombed. However, Cadmus understands that the worst thing is to rejoice too soon.
The battle is not over yet. The entire Acheron sector is literally torn apart by energy flashes. Hundreds of ships have met each other in a terrifying fight.

Cadmus (to the bridge):
- Shields at 45. Prepare the gun deck for the release of "Ravagers"! I want these blockheads turned to dust! Five of them will be enough to annihilate them!

Executive (towards the admiral):
- Yes, sir! Commander's orders! Prepare five warheads for launch!

A hololithic window appears in front of Cadmus's chair. The clear and very worried face of Captain Owen the Scorcher appears. He commands the battleship "Salvation Army". Owen is clean-shaven, dressed in the same blue uniform with shoulder straps as the admiral.

Owen:
- Sir! The Absalom is almost destroyed. But the Unn-chorr have activated their weapons from Acheron Prime. The probes have detected energy spikes from the surface! Intelligence data did not tell us that the enemy had such power!

Cadmus (furiously):
- Damn them! The portugaling scouts didn't report anything? I was told that the subversive drones had already destroyed their air defenses! Holy armadillo... This bug just won't give up! But never mind... Olmec will die today!

Owen (loudly):
- What should we do, sir? We weren't warned about their howitzers!

After that, the captain's image disappears. The first mate immediately runs up to the admiral. His gray skin was covered with bluish spots. For N-sai, this meant serious concern.

Dalotl:
- Sir! The Unn-chor are preparing to fire on the fleet! They'll reach the forward detachment in a few minutes! I recommend that you immediately strike the capital with the Ravagers!

Cadmus (twitching):
- But the Absalom hasn't been destroyed yet! And that's a war crime! Do you even realize what we'll get ourselves into if we hit the planet with warheads? The League isn't just populated by portugaling fascists! Many don't support their regime!

Dalotl (nods):
- I understand, sir. But what about the howitzers? Owen and his crew will die immediately! And the rest of them! There are almost 20 ships in the line of fire! We weren't warned about this outcome! Intelligence has screwed up again!

Cadmus realizes that Olmec won't give up so easily. The League's High Priest, who leads this brutal formation, uses everything in order to prevent the Coalition from winning. For him, the very word "democracy" is hostile.

Owen's face appears again in front of the admiral's chair. Alarms are clearly audible. It's obvious that one of the enemy ships has hit the Salvation Army after all.

Owen (beside himself):
- They're targeting half the fleet, sir! Absalom is pressing hard! We've got a hit in Compartment 6! Three dead! Dozens injured!

Cadmus (with the same emotion):
- Damn you! We're coming to the rescue! I repeat! We're coming to the rescue! Code Scarlet!

Owen (shuddering):
- You said Code Scarlet?

Cadmus (at the top of his voice):
- Yes, Code Scarlet, portugal it! Take your ship to a safe distance!

Owen:
- But that's a violation of directive!

Cadmus (yelling loudly):
- I command the fleet! I'm a portugaling admiral of the 1st rank! So obey!

Dalotl quickly runs up to the admiral. He intends to find out if his order is still valid. Destroying the fortifications with nuclear weapons threatens to contaminate the entire planet. One of the Coalition's directives states that it is unacceptable to endanger civilians during a planetary siege. It is known that not everyone on Acheron Prime supports the League.

Dalotl (towards the admiral):
- Sir! Should I order the entire vanguard to withdraw?

Cadmus (through clenched teeth):
- Let them retreat!

Then the admiral turns his gaze to the rest of the crew. There are many of them. There are not only humans here, but also representatives of other races of the galaxy. And they all look at their commander. They look with incomprehension. They were clearly not prepared for this.
Everything that happened clearly did not correspond to the information from the briefing.

Cadmus (loudly):
- Artillery deck! Prepare the "Ravagers" for combat! 24 warheads! The intelligence was incorrect! The enemy is using anti-aircraft defense. If we do not strike now, they will strike us!

Dalotl (towards the crew):
- Order the vanguard to retreat from the line of fire! Redeploy to subsector 2! Execute immediately!

They still can't get over what they heard. It is a clear violation of the directive.
One of the communications officers looks at the admiral in bewilderment. His eyes are blazing with indignation.

Officer:
- But sir, did our intelligence tell us that Olmec had such powerful anti-aircraft defenses?

Kadm:
- Until we find this "Phantom-13", we will always have surprises! Follow my orders!

The admiral had no secrets from the crew. Everyone knew about the presence of the "Phantom". This was the very spy who, as the Artandir Security Council believed, was directly responsible for unleashing this terrible war. It was believed that it was he, thanks to his extensive connections, who created the League, and then turned the galaxy into a battlefield.
Intelligence claimed that "Phantom" occupied the highest post in the Galactic Coalition. But who exactly it was, no one knew. All the years spent searching for the "mole" were unsuccessful.

Cadmus (again):
- Aim the guns at Acheron Prime! One-minute readiness!

Dalotl (towards the commander):
- Our ships are beginning to redeploy! The Unn-Chorr guns have not yet fired!

Cadmus (nods):
- If a man does not strike first... He will be struck first.

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Hi all.
Because of my not very successful "love way" with Rus opposition girls, because of broken heart, my long-year work with Rus opposition, I can't name myself as Rus oppositioner, and of course can't name myself as lover of Rus regime.

So I'm 100% European now. I was and I will be.
 And I wanna show you some my poetry. Maybe sad, but I hope, you'll be interesting.

All what I want is the calm good life with beloved one. No politics anymore in my life.
Ok...
Let's go!
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I'm tired, almost dead
Want my suffers to end
Where is light in the heart?

Almost every day sad
And feel awfully bad
Where is light in the sun?

Where is love, I want find
All see tears in my sight
Where is light near me?

Where is love, where is light
I am really want find
Where is light in the sky?

I don't want anymore
To see all like before
To see wars and conflicts
To take part politIcs

All I want is the light
Light within, in my sight.

[Azolinti Eternal War]

Azolinti Eternal War

Its need to say some words about the invasions of famous Elfurr Endless empire to other galaxies. Its not a secret that in 20000 BC this really great interstellar state had a lot of lands not only in the Milky Way but in other parts of universe too.

For example, in 17800 BC Elfurr expedition successfully reached the Galaxy of Creatures and founded there 3 colonies. They explored mighty whale-like race which was invincible to the space abyss. This race had minds and even prototype of own civilization.

But when Elfurr tried to explore the Taote Galaxy, they reached the territories of very aggressive arthropods with name Azolinti. Azolinti took part in the Ollusian invasions in 15000 BC and Elfurr didn't forget about that thing.
In 11000 BC Elfurr empire organised invasion to the Taote. Azolinti Clans tried to make a huge resistance. They even reached the success. 2 Elfurr expedition fleets were crushed in the twice-star system Dlonossi.
Soon Elfurr invaded these sectors again and forced Azolinti Fl'Taa (fleet) to leave Dlonossi and neighbors systems. But Azolinti had a lot of lands in this galaxy. They created really great galactic empire and mobilized all resources to war with "sharp-ears".

It started to be the cruel Eternal War between Elfurr and Azolinti. Of course Elfurr created colonies in Taote. But inhabitants of this galaxy didn't forget about them. For Azolinti Elfurr were and always will be the extraterrestrial threat which needs to be stopped by any ways.
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Here there will be chronologies about the war between Azolinti and Elfurr in the XXVI century AD.

[From here you can download the first my big story about the Potestas War]

Potestas War Period

The development of another period in the history of the universe, relating to the Hyperborean era, has been fully completed. It was called - "The War of Potestas".
Its about the full invasion of the evil planet-builder Marfur`Nirari, which appears in the story "Revenge of Tyrants. The Darkness"

https://exilian.co.uk/forum/index.php?topic=6322.0
This is more expanded version of this period

What is it?
It's a fully galaxy war which is even more brutal and massive then the Achaeronian war in 2596 AD
This conflict touched not only the main Milky Way galaxy, but also several others - M33 (Haurr), Taote, Galaxy Andromeda and Galaxy of Creatures.

https://www.moddb.com/groups/excelscior-canon-nc/images/salahzarr-war-full-story#imagebox
From here you can download the first my big story about the Potestas War.
It has name - Revenge of Tyrants : Salah'zarr War.

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Hello all, Exilian!
I think, many of you know me a lot of years.
My real name is Alex.

I am half-russian, half-ukrainian, I have been a member of the Union of Russian Writers since 2021, a participant in speeches (at one time) at the Central House of Writers, an active member of many international online communities, the grandson of a well-known scientist in Europe. I have a large number of good friends in Russia, Ukraine, Belarus, European countries, America, the CIS and even in Asia. And you know, I want to speak on a very hot topic.

I already spoke about it in several platforms and had support. Now i want to say about it to You all.



We know what happened very recently. And what happened is incomprehensible to the mind. As a friend of mine said, what happened is reminiscent of some kind of drug addicted crazy movie, which shows absolutely unrealistic events. But now it is our reality. Politics is not welcome here and in many other forums, so I will keep silence about the details.
But i still need to talk. And talk seriously.

Let's start with the Creative Assembly example. This is a very famous British company that gave us such wonderful games as Rome Total War or Medieval II or the latest masterpieces like Rome2, Attila, Warhammer TW. Personally, I have been playing games from this company for a long time and find them very interesting. It took enough of my time. But most importantly - instilled knowledge. This is especially true for historical projects of CA.

But why did the CA suddenly decide to take and abolish the Russian language? Why do other communities do the same? As if the Russian language is to blame. Certainly, the problem seems insignificant.... Only it seems. But in fact, it is very important. After all, life is built from the little things.
The Russian language is subjected to some strange discrimination. Like, if you are Russian and speak Russian, then you are a nazi, an extremist, a rapist, and so on and etc. But is the Russian people really a single organism with a common ideology? Is the Russian language a product of the same ideology, an artificially grown form of life that threatens all living things?

For a moment: Russian is spoken by a huge number of people around the globe. Not only in Russia itself! It is one of the important languages of such countries as Ukraine, Belarus, CIS countries, Moldova, and eventually Eastern Europe (Serbia, Macedonia, Bulgaria, etc.). Plus, recently there has been a huge number of emigrants and oppositionists who came from Russia to Europe, the USA and the countries of America. Some have gone to Asia.
And it turns out that they are also somehow to blame? Shouldn't they also speak their native language, watch films in Russian and play in Russian? Why??


Well, what about the fact that the people and the government are two different things?
Is the whole nation to blame for what is happening? And if the people want changes, but they are not given deliberately? If the people are trying, but can not change anything. And what about the language? Is language a weapon? Is it a hostile element?
Russian is just a language. A language spoken by millions of people around the globe. Millions of good people.

But CA doesn't seem to understand this. I don't know what made them change their strategy. And why other igrodely also refuse the Russian language. For what? Do they really think that this will somehow lead to reconciliation? Do they really think that this is some kind of positive factor?
Yes, there is no positive factor here. This whole strategy leads to a split and to an even greater increase in the conflict, to its growth, and in the end to an occasion .... An occasion that a certain group of people will undoubtedly use to invent something once again.

CA policy is splitting the community. It leads to the fact that many people (with different ideologies, with different ways of thinking!), who want to play in Russian, are actually left with nothing. And what a mean thing to do with Total War Warhammer III! How wrong it was!

Thank God, there were figures of the international community Imperial (allied to TWC and Exilian), who quickly corrected the situation. Honor and praise to the brave guys-translators who united with each other for the sake of one goal. People, by the way, of different nationalities. Haktar, my friend, was the initiator of it.

I can show you their work
https://www.moddb.com/mods/total-war-warhammer-iii-russian-localisation
and the main thread in Moddb

People took a lot of time for doing that, and finished their work.



I confess that I tried to talk on this subject with representatives of the CA, but they did not listen, did not even deign to answer. Although they answered my other questions (I wrote to them more than once, asked questions, wished them success).

Why didn't they solve this issue? They could at least answer that they consider it necessary to continue their policy towards the Russian language. But they didn't answer at all. When a person does not respond to messages, it usually means one thing - he has nothing to answer .... There are no adequate words, thoughts for this. Inside, after all, he understands that he was deeply mistaken. But he cannot admit guilt.

Many people speak Russian. And the language and culture are absolutely irrelevant here.
Finally, let's take a neat example of Cambodia. When Pol Pot staged a hellish massacre in his native country and attacked Vietnam, did someone cancel the Cambodian lang? But what about those 3 million killed, and those who opposed Pol Pot? But everyone knew about them.

This or that country has always experienced different eras. There were light and beautiful, but there were - gloomy and heavy. That's life! This is the history of human civilization!
But you can't rake everyone in one haystack. It is impossible to equate everyone to one person or to a group of persons.
And you can't blame languages, because languages are not to blame for anything.
Whoever needs it will understand. Whoever does not understand does not need to understand, therefore, he has not matured.
But I would like people of the Western community to understand this.
One can recall the interview of the British Foreign Secretary, who clearly said that his country has no strife with Russian culture. The same goes for language. But didn't the CA really think about it?

And what would King Charles himself say to this, God bless his reign for many years?! What would the greatest Queen Elizabeth, who respected the cultures and languages of other countries, say to this? And what would Sir Winston Churchill himself say?

My grandfather was the big scientist and respected person in Europe. He respected the european leaders and the Royal Family of Windsors. He had medals and rewards for his work with international community, he made a lot in geophysical science. And he would never support the cancellation of culture because of regime.

Regimes, languages and nations are absolutely different concepts.
We can`t cancel the culture and language because of some dictator groups. We can`t cancel the nation because of government politics.

I hope that the СA and other Western industries will come to their senses and stop "cancelling" the Russian language and culture.
After all, these two factors are not to blame for anything. They are not responsible for what happens. They are not responsible for all this!

And to remove the Russian language from everywhere is wrong, if only because it will lead to an even greater split. Does our planet need a split now, an even more terrible split in the world community? I guess everyone knows the answer.
We must do good for our planet. For humanity. Especially now.
Any split only hurts our world.

Peace and Love, friends. Only these 2 words.

[World of Infinitas - The Fly]

World of Infinitas - The Fly
(scenario)

The first story about Zarem age of Egypt.



Hi all. I would like to say that my fantasy universe World of Infinitas has expanded significantly over the years.
So, now it covers more than 100 thousand years. Last year, I introduced on the Exilian, Imperial forum and on several Western platforms a new setting period dedicated to Ancient Egypt of the so-called Zaremian era (approx. 4500 BC).
This era is before Pharaoh Narmer and before the unification of Lower and Upper Egypt.

https://exilian.co.uk/forum/index.php?topic=6509.0
Full Zarem age lore

Just very relevant, because soon CA will release Pharaoh.

The play (or better, the script) is dedicated to the events of the uprising against the sinister despot pharaoh Sekherkar in Egypt and neighboring countries. Then the capital of Egypt was not at all Memphis and not Thebes, but the city of Zarem, located on the territory of the future Sahara desert.

In the title role - a former mercenary from the "sea people" (the ancestors of the "Peoples of the Sea") named Hyperion, who once served Sekherkar. Together with a detachment of faithful people, he advances along the Nile to the city of Abidu (fut. Abydos) in the hope of freeing him from the pharaoh's troops. But the jungle is sometimes ruthless. The squad falls into a deadly trap, from which it is not so easy to get out.

Location - Upper Egypt, 4500 BC, (South-Eastern lands of Zarem)

Honestly, I was inspired by my favorite books by Robert Howard, the works of Lovecraft, Robert Salvatore, the historical chronicles of Egypt and .... the TV series "Love, Death and Robots".
But the story has nothing to do with history. The genre of this script is fantasy. So you don't have to assume that this was the case in reality. Although... who knows. We have no idea about the era before the unification of Egypt, only some data, practically unexplored.
Hyperion may look a bit like Conan the Barbarian or Pyrrhus from House of Ereibu, but there are no 100% character sketches.

The heroes of the work sometimes speak as if they live in modern times. There are curses, there are rudeness and vulgarity. But this was done to emphasize the fantastic genre, and at the same time realism - the soldiers who are on the verge of death will not read psalms.
WARNING! THE STORY HAS A LOT OF 'BAD WORDS'. Sorry for that, please.

Good reading!

Links for reading:

https://www.moddb.com/groups/excelscior-canon-nc/images/zarem-full-story-has-been-released
Moddb fantasy studio

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1WrCst1ZbtnnWHxPJWSfZiA89NBo3FvDu/edit?usp=sharing&ouid=108689858284373300914&rtpof=true&sd=true
The full document (full story is there)

Sorry for now its improved Google translation. For now...

[Revenge of Tyrants - Not a lucky adventure]

Revenge of Tyrants - Not a lucky adventure


https://exilian.co.uk/forum/index.php?topic=6574.0
This story is the continuation of that work
So you need, at first, to read the "Dragons destiny"

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Year 2596, the height of the Acheronian Galactic War.

'I remember the past month. Protegian Storm. That's how they called this operation. The old scoundrel Gerald Mitronio commanded the Protegian dragoons. He was already quite old, although he was good as a commander. He preferred to sit in his estate on Knockfert-3 in his spare time. But when it came to attacking the Protego by the Acheronian League, he was right there. Together with the commander Gennady, he cooperated forces and defeated a huge horde. True, then the League mysteriously escaped on its own. General Alaxotl was captured and interrogated safely by the Elfurrian forces. They say they wanted to torture this unbearable Khazar, but the commander of the fleet, Ahmanet User-Kaf, refused extreme measures. Alaxotl, as it turned out, personally wanted to go over to the side of the Coalition. And he gave everything away. Gave us what we wanted to know.
Gerald wanted more than anything to find out exactly who Phantom 13 was. After all, he was responsible for the attack. He has long extended his influence throughout the Coalition. The question was who it really was. The Phantom is an elusive ghost, a player who willingly wages his campaign against us. As Mrs. Ahmanet User-Kaf said, Phantom-13 is our biggest enemy. After all, they say that it was he who created the League. Created with a certain Marfur-Nirari, whom I had already heard about during the fateful meeting on Tratorius. There were more and more mysteries, but almost no answers.
  As a result of the interrogation, we found out that Alaxotl almost got close to the mystery of the mysterious "mole". Mole, as we learned, had strong connections with the central command of the Coalition. It was he who became the cause of this whole terrible and monstrous war. Phantom 13 was the clue. And the revelation could be shocking. Who started this conflict anyway? And who is responsible for so many years of bloodshed?

Alaxotl gave us one of those who could give answers. And it was kakontsi Tlaxcalan. Popotl Tlaxcalan mysteriously joined the League, and at the same time included his entire ancient race there. Popotl was a representative of the N-Sai race, whose history goes back thousands of years. Once they were friendly enough to all of us. But as soon as the Acheronian League began its ascent, the N-Sai immediately joined it. Tlaxcalan never gave a clear answer why he did it. The League explained that all this was due to "Elfurr aggression". But after all, if you think about it, Elfurr were not aggressors. They helped all the races of the galaxy to create that very Coalition. They also created an indestructible alliance, which was designed to withstand common threats from outside. And what came of it? Phantom 13 split the Alliance, and the Acheronian League emerged from it. Tlaxcalan was clearly forced into submission to the Phantom and all the new leadership of the League. Among the war criminals were the following persons - Olmec R-Llandris, who headed the association itself, a representative of the Unn-chorr race related to the Khazaars, then Fei Hoa, this insect-like and malicious Ho-Nari, who decided to agree with the accusations against Elfurr, then Popotl Tlaxcalan and Zindropa III of Khazaar. And of course, where is there without the rest of the congregation. So Tlaxcalan was just the one who just recently talked with Phantom-13. Our task was to kidnap kakontsi. And find out everything.
  I thought a lot about this whole war. About the monstrous bloodshed that engulfed our entire galaxy "from top to bottom." War... The very word causes a unique horror. Imagine .... Everywhere pain, fear, confusion, bitterness. And blood is shed. You can't even go out into the street without a weapon.... Earthlings say that according to their calendar, the war began in 2594. But I think it all started when I met Mauna. 89th year, according to the reckoning of the Earth Alliance. I think I told you what happened on Tratorius 4 then. And after that fateful meeting... After the betrayal of Tlalon, I finally realized that something terrible had indeed awakened. And all this, of course, led to what we see now, in front of us. To a monstrous war that brought us only pain and suffering. If Phantom 13 is really responsible for this, and if Tlaxcalan knows him well, it's our duty to end this as soon as possible.
  Only here we did not succeed. More precisely, it worked out, but not quite.

I wanted to tell you about how we almost sewed this bastard Phantom. As you know, "slightly" does not count. But this attempt was forever remembered for me and all my comrades in arms. This case happened after the interrogation of Alaxotl. Gerald, no matter how much he wanted to participate in the investigation, suddenly fell ill, and therefore the Draconid team had to do it. Then ex-president Fernand called me as usual. Although she no longer headed the Security Council, her influence on the navy and army was unshakable. Fernand summoned me to Fiona- 2, where she clearly informed me of my appointment as Special Operations Commander. "You should go to Horshed Prime," her tired voice was heard, "Tlaxcalan will fly there with an escort. Elfurr Command believes that the Phantom may be there. It is advisable if you take Tlaxcalan alive. But beware of his soldiers." "Let's try to take two," I replied confidently. But Fernand warned me not to get my hopes up. "It would be nice if at least one fell into our hands," she said quite clearly, "You will be assisted by privateers. We bribed them, so they are their own guys. Follow any orders of their leader." But I knew perfectly well that she did not deny the other outcome of the operation. And of course, if the Phantom came to us, it would be a real salvation.
  And now it's time to go to Horshed .... That one is still a hole, not far from the Klalzotl system. And so far from home.... But there was nothing to do. I saluted Fernand and decided to execute the order perfectly well. The next day, with my faithful adjutants, I flew to the Khorsched system. Even under the former kakontsi, this system was famous for the gigantic number of bazaars. Many noble merchants, businessmen and industrialists of the N-Sai race organized markets almost on asteroids. The world has never seen such a quantity of goods .... I was in this system even before the war. But to my great regret, there were too many smugglers and thieves with whom I had the misfortune to meet and even become their friend. It just so happened... Saved one of the privateers' life... His robot was infected with some unknown virus and tried to kill him... And I arrived quickly and dumped the tin. The privateer said that he would not forget the century, and immediately introduced me to his associates. And so this strange friendship began. Although I never complained about pirates. Fortunately, this one was a privateer, and all his pirate past in the service of the Turretless Clan was left behind.
  The Artandir intelligence quickly set everything up. I was on my way to Horshed as head of the 'Bisotl' company. They came up with a story, for this a lot of effort is not needed. Our group was supposedly going to cooperate with representatives of Tlaxcalan and transmit information about all trade routes of the Coalition in space.

When I arrived at Horshed, already being director of the Bisotl, local privateers immediately rushed to see me. They informed me that they were all under Artandir now. Intelligence took care to quickly lure the robbers to the side of the republic. Oh, how Admiral Salerno was not happy about this, who fought with pirates all his life. But in this case, there was nothing he could do.
  On the very first day of my arrival on the planet, I was immediately connected with the head of the privateer clans. They did it very quickly.... I didn't even have time to inspect my new apartments, when these guys came to visit me and connected me with their leader. I still remember that moment... We had dinner with old friends in a luxurious villa, and then my old friend took out a miniature device and put it on the table. In less than a second, a hefty physiognomy of some strange guy jumped out in front of everyone, resembling a person only remotely. His name was Marina`Kataa. A Nicomedian, like Tlalon. It was immediately clear that he was a psionic. Marina was bribed by Artandir to help the Republic reach Tlaxcalan. And since Popotl was more than indebted to Marina, he readily agreed. "I was told a lot about you," said Marina's hologram, which spread throughout the hall, "My friend considers you a truly worthy draconian." My friend from the privateers nodded his head, confirming the veracity of the boss's words. "But you're in great danger." Danger.... I naturally knew that I was in danger. After all, I work for the Artandir security service, no matter what. "We've figured something out too," Marina's voice came from the holo-projection, "The same Phantom we talked about is going to visit Horshed. We got that data from our sources at Tlaxcalan." "Excuse me, do you know who the phantom really is?" - I immediately asked, not understanding his hints. The face of the hologram immediately turned pale and lit up with some strange and unnatural horror. "He is a psionic... Definitely, but we don't know who exactly," replied Marina, "A sorcerer from a civilization unknown to us. He is not a Nicomede or a draconian. He is also not a man.... We have not yet found out who "He... But he's a very powerful person. This guy has a serious influence on Tlaxcalan. Popotl joined the League at his instigation. And this Phantom is the one who is guilty of starting the war." Then I didn't really finish anything yet ..... When Marina confirmed that the Phantom was the hero of the occasion and also the most powerful psionicist, at first it seemed to me that I just went over cognac. Especially when the Nickomedian told me about the crimes of the Phantom, which I did not even know about. When I talked about this with Fernand, and when I listened to Alaxotl, it seemed to me that the Phantom was not so dangerous, and there was one percent of what he was just a pawn. But it was not there.
"Phantom-13 is connected to the top leadership of the League," Marina told me, "Obviously, he began to act a long time ago. Back when the League was not. We received data about his connections with the Khazaar leader Zindropa and a certain Kossatian named Ser` Kiraani". I immediately remembered Tratorius-4. Zindropa was expelled from his ranks by the clan of Mauna, known by the name of Wilus. So that's why Mauna left them and started raiding! This Khazaar idiot knew that Zindropa III was working for the Phantom. Absolutely everything was connected with the Phantom. Nothing less than a whole league.

"Phantom 13 is experimenting with the forbidden," the Nicomedian continued to broadcast through holo-projection, "He intends to make the League rule over the entire galaxy. In the Coalition, he provokes a total split. But this is not terrible, but the fact that he is connected with by some forces we prefer not to talk about."
  Then the hologram began showing evidence. I saw the terrible crimes that this creature did in his laboratories. It turned out that the Phantom is not only a provocateur and the highest criminal of the League, but also a real sadist. Now it is clear why the League was accused of genocide on several worlds.... It was all true, after all. He surrounded himself with real maniacs and sorcerers like him... And the worst thing was that almost the entire Council of the League supported him. Almost all the governors and commandants stood entirely for him... Moreover, this Phantom worked with forbidden technologies, creating some strange and unknown inventions. Rumors also leaked about possible work with technologies that were tens of thousands of years old. Clones, nanobots, drones capable of subduing the dead... What I saw almost made me lose my mind. I then pretty much drank cognac, but having seen these terrible pictures, I immediately sobered up. Alcohol did not remain in the brain at all .... "So it's the head of everything?" - then my question followed, "Does this mean ... He planned everything?". "He is the cause of everything," Marina replied, "That's why even bastards like us are now fighting on the side of the Coalition. Of course, we are not angels either ... But we don't fight for the Darkness. And we don't fight for such horrors "We're getting there. Experiments with the dead are inhumane. In three days, Colonel Hellmuth, high military commissar of Horsched, will meet here with Tlaxcalan and Phantom-13. We need to try to take Tlaxcalan alive, and then Phantom. If we do this, there is a possibility that the criminal regime of the League will immediately fall. And then my guys will invade here and help everyone restore legitimate power." In terms of Marina, I liked almost everything ... Except for the invasion of his guys. Honestly, I had no idea how a pack of former pirates and mercenaries would be able to restore order on Horshed Prime .... But then I didn't care anymore. If such beasts were at the head of the League, they should have been eliminated immediately. The coalition will act too slowly... But Marina seemed to me the most effective. After all, he did not hesitate, but acted quickly ..... Quickly and decisively!
For the townsfolk, I am a local businessman, moreover, with great influence. Artandir intelligence has already downloaded all the necessary passwords and took control of the satellites, which means that I already have all the data. The Nicomedian explained that his loyal forces were in the main city of Horsed. They will provoke the people to revolt immediately after the meeting. He also had a friendship with the local rebels, and they promised him support against such freaks as Popotl. When the rebellion breaks out, it will be much easier to finish off the reptiles than in full order. That's what we decided on. I have given full consent to cooperate with the marque clans. Marina assured that everything is under full control. No surveillance or information leakage.
  At night, our guys broke into the residence of the city commandant. Luckily, he was of my kind. A hefty cossatti who wore almost the same armor as me. The residence was captured pretty quickly. Whom we need, we eliminated. The guards were mostly cybernetic, so there were no problems with them either. In less than ten minutes, I was dressed as the murdered commandant. I fully donned his armor and put on all the insignia. The voice impersonator allowed me to copy the Kossatian's voice. Now I was required to secretly lead Marina's supporters into the escort guard and arm them with grenades, and at the same time send part of the troops from the city to different places ... Preferably to those regions where it would be relatively calm. This is necessary so that there are no problems with the reinforcements of government forces during the uprising. Plus, take care of the snipers on the roofs of buildings, so that they are loyal to us, and not to the enemy. That meeting was very close.

So ... The plan was drawn up clearly and clearly. Pirates and mercenaries soon scattered to their positions. We started on our starships and in a few moments found ourselves in the nearest ring of asteroids to keep an eye on the scoundrels. And in the evening of the same day, Colonel Srovik himself came to my residence. My disguise was top notch, and this white-skinned and fat hecatoncheir sniffed out nothing. He arrived accompanied by four n-sai guardsmen from the Kakonzi Royal Guard, distinguished by crested helmets and thick plated armor. They followed him wherever he was ... And perhaps even to the toilet, if required. Helmut looked at my new abode for a long time, as if seeing it for the first time... And then he started talking. "I'm glad that you were assigned here... To Horshed," his sonorous voice followed, "By the way... Very soon we will be visited by one important guest from N-Saiakan.... His Magnificence Popotl Tlaxcalan, permanent and unshakable Kakontsi of N-Sai. I think you know him." I immediately jumped when I heard those words. But I was not allowed to show that I knew the truth. "Tlaxcalan?" I asked with feigned amazement, "I thought that His Majesty had more important things to do." "No... He and Phantom 13 and I decided to discuss another campaign against the insufferable Coalition," said Hellmuth with a sly smile. And this is where I got even uglier. The commandant obviously knew about the Phantom, and I was just in the role of commandant. Oh, and it was not easy for me to withstand the gaze of this obese hekatoncheir. "Your task is to restore order," Srovik's words were soon heard, "They say that the city is full of bandits, bribed by the Coalition ... Yes, dissatisfied with the new government. And we don't need rebellions, right? All these traitors should be found and liquidated. Just as soon as possible." Hellmuth knew perfectly well what the true purpose of this whole campaign was. I had to dutifully agree with him. Then he wanted to have a good dinner ... And I just did not dare to refuse him. Otherwise, the accompanying guards would have butchered me like a calf.
  The next day I had to go about my commandant duties, not without the help of the Artandir intelligence and my allies from among the privateers. Whatever happened to me! Starting from supply and logistics, ending with personal control over the cantonment of the army. The whole day I spent time in the operational headquarters, almost never leaving the endless screens for a minute. Even when I needed to go somewhere, I carried a huge tablet with me, through which my own advisory body, appointed by the League authorities, contacted me. The "encoder" always rumbled in the ear hole. I received this device from privateers allied to the republic. So they could give me commands in Old Draconian language. Everything was done to ensure that our enemies did not sniff out anything.

At night, we often talked with Fernand. She checked how effectively we infiltrated the Horshed government, and how we would proceed. Sometimes I sacrificed many hours of sleep in order to help the Republic penetrate deeper and deeper into the system of the controlled planet. In the next two days before the arrival, somehow, some kind of horror arose ... A nightmare in terms of logistics and planning. It was necessary to organize everything carefully, to ensure the safety of this n-sai... Although, judging by his sorcerous power, there is no threat to him. Marina had as many as two agents in the local leadership who were recently recruited. You will all be pretty surprised, but they were n-sai. They were literally stuck. On the one hand, the new government was pressing, and on the other, already Marina and his privateers. But they preferred Marina, since this guy is hardly a supervillain here. With the help of loyal allies, we organized and arranged everything. The plan was fully prepared and worked out. I had to stay up half the night before Popotl's arrival in order to carefully work everything out again. So .... I quickly replaced the guards. I missed a lot of Marina's agents in all cities ... I sent troops over long distances the day before. Contacted our supporters in space fortresses in orbit. Srovik didn't even feel that a storm was approaching.... He was so delighted with the arrival of Popotl that he couldn't control himself. But I partly understood it. Thought I'd have some fun before I die. They didn't have long to go anyway.



Soon X-Day came. Popotl informed the Control Point of his arrival. He flew not alone, but with a whole horde of accompanying shuttles. It was said that a certain special agent from the Commissariat of the League was coming to Horshed with him. But his name was not revealed. I then realized that it was about the Phantom-13. By the middle of the day, the Tlaxcalan shuttle had successfully landed at the local spaceport. Then he was transplanted into luxury cars, in which they wanted to deliver him straight to the Government Palace. It was there that we prepared a trap for him. Snipers were already sitting on the roofs of buildings and waiting in the wings, and the palace guard was completely replaced. Most of the troops left the city, giving the rebels the opportunity to start riots. Before the column of cars had time to drive along Olmek R-Llandris Street, the angry crowds of local people were already throwing out. Entire armies of enraged residents moved onto the pavement. Marina's agents immediately began arming them with whatever they could find. Some were even given beam rifles, quickly brought here by smugglers. There was a storm in the streets. The security forces could not do anything ... And the defenders of the law themselves were already rather tired of all this despotism. Some of the police officers did not even resist, but dutifully joined the rebels. Almost everything was used ... And stones and clubs and stools and even stationery. Then there were shots and grenade explosions. Marina's agents drove the crowd along almost all city streets. Helmut Srovik and I stood at the very gates of the palace, where the murder was supposed to happen. Hellmuth was very nervous... His communicator was literally bursting with thousands of messages about mass uprisings all over the planet. "Urgently give a signal to the troops!" - shouted the colonel in my direction, "Are you the commandant or what?! You have to provide security!" "I am doing everything in my power, Mr. Commissar," I replied then, and at the same time I lied, "Do you really think that I will let you down?" We would have continued to shout to each other, but in the distance a column of cars appeared along with the hero of the occasion. I immediately realized that the cherished hour had come. The cars were already approaching the palace.... And our snipers and Marina's agents had long been preparing to take sweet revenge... To put an end to this geek and his hangers-on forever. I completely forgot about any obedience and quickly yelled into the communicator. "Fire!" - heard my cry across the street, "Fire in the name of the Coalition!". Srovik immediately looked in my direction. His gut was literally torn from terrible rage. He understood everything then. "Oh you bastard!" - the colonel exclaimed with terrible anger, "You are a traitor to your motherland! A dirty saboteur!" Without thinking twice, he pulled out a huge broadsword from its scabbard and rushed at me. But I was ready for such an outcome and in the blink of an eye I pulled out a gun. I did not hesitate and shot at Srovik several times. I don't know if I managed to kill this huge carcass .. But the fact that I seriously injured him is for sure. Helmut collapsed onto the pavement, bleeding in streams. His loyal defenders looked at me unfriendly and were about to cut me apart.... However, Marina's agents arrived in time and quickly riddled the villains with ray guns. Then it was the turn for Tlaxcalan himself. The snipers began firing furiously at the approaching car convoy. Drones, launched into the air the day before, unleashed the full power of technology on our enemies. The dummy bodyguards opened fire on the cars, just like their brothers on the roof. Everything around danced and spun in a monstrous waltz of death. But Marina did not act according to plan at all. There was no order to destroy Tlaxcalan. We had to take him alive. But the Nicomedian quickly changed the whole plan of the operation.

Popotl's car took off into the air. It was torn into a thousand pieces, and our whole idea turned into a fiasco. Kakonzi was dead, and with him the entire N-Sai elite. Then something happened that I still can't forget. This phenomenon made us all shudder.
  One of the shell-damaged vehicles suddenly took off into the air and headed straight for the sniper positions. I saw it with my own eyes, I swear. Then the second one did the same. Fragments of the crumpled cars began to fly through the air and destroy .... our own snipers. It all happened so fast that I could hardly believe what I saw. Very soon ... a monstrous column of fire appeared on the street. Not even a moment passed before he spewed something outlined out of himself. Something that resembled an upright-walking creature in silhouette.
  I managed to see this unknown creature. It was entirely clad in heavy armor. His face was covered by a thick humanoid mask. The eyes, however, are not visible. Only bright red eyepieces. It was this guy that I saw in the pictures of Marina. It was he. Phantom-13. The same sorcerer who leads the League. It was he who staged one of the most monstrous and terrible wars in the history of the galaxy. But if we haven't taken Popotl, then at least we'll destroy the Phantom. Let's take this bastard dead or alive.
  "It's a Phantom!" I growled at the top of my voice, "Destroy him!" Marina's accomplices began to fire again in the direction of the defeated cortege. But no matter how much they fired at the mysterious figure, it was useless. .
"I see you, Ser'Naveh," came an eerie guttural voice in my head. This creature used psionic powers to send me a message. Then the cruel creature in armor lit up with a bright flame. It turned into a fiery sphere, monstrous in its power and deadly.
With every second, the flames grew larger and larger. I understood perfectly well that Phantom-13 uses sorcery.... Not only did he not die, but he was not even injured. That's when I realized... that time is running out. I quickly hurried towards the fortress, the gates of which were wide open. "Back to everyone! Behind the gates!" - my cry was heard throughout the street. Artandir's privateers and scouts followed me, knowing that the pillar of flame was invulnerable. However, as soon as we approached the gate, it began to crack. With breakneck speed, the entire fortress wall protecting the palace began to crumble into chips. Even the pavement under our feet could not stand it and was torn, like old clothes. I have never been so afraid of my own death... as in that moment. At that moment, I didn't know what to do.... Everything was going so perfectly. A planning meeting, an uprising, an assassination attempt, explosions .... Everything had to happen in a matter of seconds. But the Phantom wasn't just an agent plotting state crimes... He was a powerful alien sorcerer whose origins we didn't know at all. Everything around me began to crumble like a house of cards. But I was not from the timid, but continued to move. I miraculously jumped over the almost crumbling gates of the wall. All I thought about then... There was salvation. After all, if I had died at that moment, I would have only done worse... But I could have done much more if I had survived. I already mentally made plans for further resistance to this criminal League and its leaders... Just to survive!
  I myself do not understand how I still managed to get to the starship, which took up a position on the roof of the palace. God... I finally made it to this roof... How? How?... I don't remember at all... After all, I was ruled by fear... And he can be a reliable ally in some cases. Marina's accomplices also succumbed to this very fear of the unknown. But those are less to me, the panic did not break them and did not force them to do crazy things. They kept themselves young. All these guys also successfully reached the shuttle. We quickly took off and in a few moments we were flying through the boundless outer space. I didn't even look back... I didn't look out the windows at all. I only heard the quivering speeches of my comrades-in-arms around. They said that that fiery column expanded and covered the entire capital. Even from space, one could see that terrible flame devouring the great city. Phantom has done its job....

"I see you, Ser'Naveh," said that eerie voice in my head again, "I know you're there." I turned around quickly. I was still on the ship, on my ship, to my great happiness. There was no one on it, except for associates from the privateers of Marina and the Artandir security. But the voice continued. "What do you want," I decided to ask the mysterious enemy who had invaded my mind, "Why are you doing this?" "The galaxy is changing," - the answer followed immediately, "Everything is changing. This whole world is very often collapsing forms. All this is done only for the sake of the universe itself." "Then why are you destroying everything around you?" - I immediately asked, as if by inertia. There was a minute pause. For a moment it seemed to me that the Phantom would not answer. But then he still broke the silence. "Because it is Their will," the psionicist told me, "The Will of the Gods." Then my head hurt so much that I fell into oblivion. They pumped me out only upon arrival at Fiona.
  Fernand didn't like our report too much. We failed the operation. They didn't get the success they deserved. No doubt we have succeeded in destroying Popotl Tlaxcalan and depriving the League of one of its leaders. But the main thing - we missed. Phantom 13 was still at large. After I returned to Fiona, I had a difficult meeting with the elfurr. The Elfurrian commander Ahmanet seemed to demand victory from me. She was not very happy with the results. "So you missed the Phantom," this beautiful maiden told me with regret, "He beat you." "So far," I replied to the elfurr maiden, "But this does not mean that we will always lose." Fernand, standing next to me, on the contrary, praised me. She stated that I had rescued Artandir more than once and rescued his citizens, told about my great merits. I have long felt that Asinius feels something for me. She has always protected me. For many years I served Artandir, and always became the "best of the best" for Fernand. But unfortunately, I was a draconian. And she... is a Human. And this created difficulties. But I still appreciated her intercession. And I continue to appreciate.
  "Try not to fail the operation next time," Ahmanet User-Kuff said to me, "Phantom must die. If everything you said is true, he is responsible for creating the League and for starting the war." "That's right," Fernand answered for me, "And he won't fail it. Don't even doubt it."
  I didn't tell anyone about my contact with the Phantom. He didn't say a word about how he entered my mind. The wrong questions would start right away. Otherwise, they would have been sent to the Elfurr Inquisitors.
  I was thinking about telling my old friend... No, not Gerald, but agent Ishken Derh. He also took part in the Protegian operation, like Gerald. But I don't know if it's worth it.... It's a big responsibility. Although no, for now this mystery will remain in my mind. And nowhere else.
But inwardly I swore to myself that I would find the Phantom. We will meet with him again. And more than once. I'm feeling it. We will meet, no doubt. And then.... And then there will be no mercy.'

Made in 2019, reworked in 2022

[Revenge of Tyrants. Dragons Destiny]

Revenge of Tyrants. Dragons Destiny



by A.Krokhmal akaBagaturKhan

From author:
I havent speak about the another new story in my cycle "Revenge of Tyrants". But here you are.
This story is about the period of Achaeronian Galactic War, to say honest - its about the Pre-war period, end of 80 years of the XXVI century. Main hero is a dragonid species officer, who is taking part in the operation against the Khazaar agressive clan. I think, this story must be in this cycle.
To say fair, earlier, i wrote about almost the same plot in my oldest version of universe, but then decided to change completely the whole LORE and, now this story is fully reworked. Reworked and available for reading.
This story "Dragons destiny" can help the reader to understand many things in the universe, and the reason of the future Achaeronian Galactic War (2593 (2594) - 2596 AD)

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"The Khazaars.... The Khazaar civilization has existed for many millennia. They and the Unn-Chorr are divided by race. The Unn-chorr, ferocious four-armed creatures, consider themselves a separate species. The Khazaars are just as ferocious and long, but with two arms.  It's often said in the galaxy that it's more likely that the Stars will turn into candy wrappers than the Hazaars and the Unn-chorr recognize each other as kindred, but for some reason in recent years they have begun to get closer.
Many mistakenly think that their cooperation began when the Acheronian League was formed. And it was then that the Khazaar kazir-ka concluded an agreement on an alliance with ayllus Olmek. Later, N-sai kakontsi joined them. But it was not so... No, everything happened much earlier, in the year that the earthlings call 2589, according to their own chronology.
  Chaos reigned everywhere in the galaxy then. Many did not notice this, but in the eyes of the Draconian Allseers, the situation was different. Something was brewing. Something terrible was approaching us.... Something unknown and ominous.
  The Khazars behaved rather strangely a few years before the war. Some of their clans declared war on kazir-ka Zindrope. Some of them Zindrope managed to calm down, but the Vilusa clan.... everything was quite difficult with him. If such superpowers as the Coalition almost did not notice the danger from Vilusa, then for Tratorius and the Draconian Empire they were known as a threat, and not the last one.
Everyone knows that the Hazaars have no homeworld. Their homeland, as they say, was destroyed as a result of a cataclysm ... or a techical disaster. Although, perhaps, everything is not so simple at all. Could their homeland have been burnt down, thanks to some trials? I have long understood that everything that happens is not an accident. Nothing happens by accident. There are no accidents. Thinking that randomness is real is a mistake. The Khazaars preferred to avoid talking about the death of their home world. Even when you have a friend in the person of a representative of this mysterious race, it is better not to talk with him about the fate of your homeland. Otherwise, you can pay dearly, and at least lose the very friend you have found. Since the time when the home world of the Khazaars perished, they began to live on their ships, turned into space nomads. And the ships became their homes. These were real palace ships. Fortress ships... For some reason they liked to call them "tumens", I don't even know why. It was said that "tumen" from the language of Khazaar means "legion". Perhaps due to the fact that each simple ship carried at least twenty thousand soldiers on board, including, of course, civilians. Although ... What is the civilian population of the Khazars? After all, they all fought, both men and women. Even simple merchants had powerful weapons for battle and a lot of protection. Everything they lived for was profit.. Robbery, profit and war. That's the whole point of their darned existence.

Khazaars were considered dangerous to almost everyone. For the Coalition, they were known not only as trading partners, but also as enemies ... Enemies even more often than partners. The Khazaars and their numerous clans often invaded the border worlds of Artandir or the Draconids. But Vilusa, who declared war on Zindrope, decided to launch a raid on everything that moves. The most extensive of their attacks was the invasion of Ser-Krasiel-5 in the border system from Tratorius. Krasiel Commander Ser'Chiratteli the Beautiful did her best. But apparently "everything she could" was not enough. Vilusa was torn apart by her Commander with Retribution. "Retribution", that's what they call their missile systems filled with atomic energy. Krasiel fell, the Khazars plundered the locals and took everything out of there, even squids. All the glorious host that defended the planet was waiting for an eternal kingdom in the Progenitor Worlds. After such a raid, the high-born naval commander Ser'Terazim even considered declaring war on the Khazaar. But Zindropa claimed that he had nothing to do with the raids, and that the ill-fated Vilusa and her bunch of renegades were behind everything.
  I have often heard the generals of the Empire speak of the advancing hordes of Vilusa. And not only the Empire. In Artandir, where I was lucky enough to stay and enter the service, Vilusa's threats were also said. Especially Fernand... Ex-President Asinius Fernand, a tall, white-haired female human, was one of those who had seen the Khazaar fury live. Her grandfathers and great-grandfathers faced the Khazaars a great many times. The Khazaars simply could not leave other worlds alone. If they did not invade our regions, they attacked others. Most of all, they liked to besiege the worlds that we call agricultural or fertile. They were not attracted to wild and desert planets with a population of just over two thousand. No... They were most attracted to fertile and at the same time, poorly protected worlds. Places where you can have a good time. It is known that not only Fernand and her forefathers fought with the Khazaars, but also my dear ancestors. More than five invasions were held back by my great-grandfather Ser'Vintari Nakhcherinsi. Everyone remembers the Battle of Mahur Mahinio... Two hordes-flotillas attacked the planet inhabited by the Xians suddenly... My great-grandfather, having received the blessing of the Council, gathered a fleet and rushed to save the doomed world... Fortunately, when Ser'Vintari flew to Mahur, he found that the planet was not completely plundered, and there were almost no dead at all. The Khazars set out to impose tribute on the peaceful Xians and take all the squids for themselves. But their great-grandfather destroyed their armada, killing their commander Traora Milicenti in battle. For this, he received a blessing from the Xians, and a Fire Symbol from the Council.
   Many years and winters passed, and they claimed the lives of many warriors. Individual Khazaar clans continued to invade, of course, but their attacks were repelled by the frontier fleets. Armies from all over the galaxy held off invasions. But as I later found out, the reason for the appearance of Vilusa was the Coalition, which had not gained its power at all. And not even the Ouroboros fleet, famous for millennia.

And just now I remembered the day when I was summoned to an urgent meeting of the Artandir Security Council on Lenghir. I arrived there with an escort of adjutants and specialists. A number of warlords were already seated in their chairs around a large table with a holo-screen. Colonel-General Asinius Fernand replaced the absent sire Bedivere, she also headed the council. As it turned out, the noble Bedivere had left for Beljamonte on trade matters. There were many more representatives of the nobility at the council, including the illustrious Admiral Lucano del Salerno.
"A moment of attention, m`lords and m`ladies," Fernand's sonorous voice was heard throughout the meeting room. Everyone, of course, immediately turned their attention to her Excellency. Asinius ordered her two robot adjutants to activate the holo-projector in the center of the table. Only a moment passed, and a huge shining screen appeared in front of all of us. It represented one of the planets on the border worlds of Tratorius. These are the border territories between Artandir and the Fire Empire. I immediately recognized him as a Tratorius 4. A green exoplanet with incredibly beautiful forests and seas full of hearty red squid. Around the image of the planet, I then saw multiple scarlet dots. They clearly displayed the presence of the enemy. But what?
"Vilusa attacked again," Fernand said then. Her words made us all wince. General Sipotl felt especially perplexed. This huge arthropod ho-nari was counting on the most dangerous of the Khazaar clans to return again. His overweight body was located very close to one Nycomedian, who was introduced to me in the future as a captain of the 1st rank Shekharasinghe Tlalon.
"Vilusa's fleet, led by Clan king Mauna, attacked Tratorius, in territory subordinate to Artandir. The situation was complicated by the fact that local residents from among the Xian draconians went over to the side of the enemy and attacked the outposts. Our military units are stubbornly fighting the rebels, but they are there too little... Commandant-General Ser'Ternis asks for support. His army is on the verge of defeat... A little more and the whole world will go over to the side of the insufferable nomads." Then the images changed and began to show numerous scenes of battles. But it was not the bloody massacres themselves that shocked us... But the unknown reason for the Xians to go over to the side of the Khazaars. The Khazaar were known to enjoy using different creatures as slaves. There were only rare cases when the firefaces fought under their banners. Many of us all then thought it was just a joke. But then we saw how the locals under the banner of Vilusa shoot Ser'Ternis fighters left and right. It was then that we realized that the case smacks of something bad ....
"Destroy them all!" - Salerno's voice was immediately heard, "These are terrorists!"
  The dragonian members in the council took this as an insult. Calling them all terrorists was reckless. Just think, Salerno has already exchanged the ninth decade, and stupidity is rushing, as if from N-sai.
"There will be a separate conversation with the Xians," I replied to his remark.
  Salerno immediately shut up, realizing that the arguments are useless. And Fernand went on with her speech.

"We will smash the Khazaars to dust," her voice rang out to the entire Security Council, "Our President wants to eliminate this threat .... He ordered to convey that Admiral Salerno will lead the operation. He will be joined by landing groups and a special squad of the commander of Ser-Naveja ... The rest or put the entire army of Artandir on alert on other planets close to Tratorius. It is possible that Vilusa threatens us with another full-scale invasion, and Tratorius-4 is just a distraction. Remember ... Remember, we are all responsible to the galaxy. To destroy the enemy you are given complete freedom of action. Report everything to me personally." That ended the short meeting. No one had time for unnecessary discussions. But to be honest, I was not too happy that I had to interact with this half-wit Salerno.
  Later, in the late afternoon Lengheer time, one of the satellites attacked the pirate ship. These were not Khazaars, but crazed bradatus, goat-legged aliens who love violence a lot. Their missile corvette came out of nowhere and hit the combat satellite. Luckily no one was there. Not a soul. My shuttle sent three torpedoes and quickly dealt with the enemy's corvette. It's a pity that they didn't have time to take prisoners. If we could, we would get a lot of answers. After all, someone knew that we would be on Lenghir. Fernand surmised that the attack was planned on Lenghir Palace. It was there that the Security Council met. The satellite, controlled by the Orbital Center, tried to contain the blow, but failed. And that's when my attack came. Bradatus turned to dust. There was not a single particle left of them. Only some questions... Questions, devoid of answers at all.
"This is clearly not just an attack," Fernand said on the intercom late in the evening, "Khazaars bribed goats to bombard us with missiles." "Who knows," I replied, "But if you take Mauna alive...." Asinius flared up as if she was illuminated by the Progenitor. "You will," she rasped menacingly, "Mauna can provide answers."
  After about 30 minutes, Captain 1st Rank Tlalon met with me. This Nycomedian immediately seemed strange and mysterious to me. Especially his sly smile, as if hiding something vile and vile. But still he served Fernand, and I could not think to somehow doubt his loyalty to the Republic. "It's better to take Mauna alive," he repeated the words of the Colonel General, "He knows a lot. And he can explain a lot." "Let's hope that everything will work out for us," I replied to this.

The next day, the battle fleet of cruisers and destroyers went into space on Fernand's personal order, approved by the government of the republic. I was in command of my Assassin-class shuttle as usual. This contraption, although it looked not so hot, could strike so that any enemy took to flight. Salerno commanded his armada of Tissalini mercenaries and natives of Beljamonte. He just loved to keep foreigners on ships. Even his officers were very often citizens of Beljamonte or Tramontina. He also couldn't stand aliens. Couldn't at all. He most often called people like us "scaly", contemptuously and angrily. And didn't think to let any of the "non-humans" approach me. Therefore, the same hairless monkeys as he himself served on his ships.
  Twelve hours later we were dropped straight into orbit on Tratorius 4. What was our surprise when we found there more than ten heavy ships - "tumens" belonging to Vilusa. Mauna, as we thought, was located on the flagship, which stood out in an ominous scarlet paint. The ships of the Khazaars were similar in shape to the Barbaricano dolphins, and almost resembled those of the Kinos Dominion, only their symbolism was clearly different. Mauna's flagship was painted all red, as if to commemorate the millions of unfortunate victims slain by the Khazaar. I advised Salerno to postpone a frontal attack, but the admiral did not listen to me at all. I still remember his words over the radio. "I'm not going to sit and admire these boats," his voice was heard in the devices, "We'll go on the attack and destroy them all." "But it's too risky," I replied. To which the naval commander snapped. "I don't need the advice of upright lizards, I'm an admiral and I know what to do," he growled at my trail, and then disconnected the link. I didn't like this attitude at all. I was about to say something insulting to him, but I stopped myself just in time. We all then had only one goal - the destruction of the enemy. The admiral had to make concessions.
  The primary objective was to eliminate the Khazaar fleet in orbit around Tratorius 4. Salerno sent the first ten cruisers to attack. His personal flagship, of course, remained on the sidelines. The old gibbon was brave only in words, but in reality he preferred to sit behind a thick layer of armor. Captain 1st Rank Tlalon, who came to the battle with us, sent three torpedo bombers to support the Salerno fleet. And I knew... I felt it was a mistake. A damned mistake that cost the lives of many of Artandir's soldiers... But what are they for Salerno? For him, medals are always more important. Medals and orders, of which he has hundreds.
  The Khazaars understood that we were going on the attack. No... to shoot everyone with atomic torpedoes from a distance. It is necessary to go into the frontal, to feel the full fury of the battle. But the Khazaars had a very bad surprise for us. Mauna's flagship went out of formation and headed straight for our ships. The Tissalinian captains of Salerno, including himself, were already overjoyed. They thought that the flagship went on a suicidal attack. After all, the scarlet ship of the leader Vilusa could be laid even with three cruisers. However, everything was not so simple. When Mauna's flagship approached the attacking cruisers, she immediately turned into a star. It turned out that its holds are literally filled with atomic charges. The detonation was instantaneous. The explosion was so powerful that the entire front line of the Salerno ships turned into space debris. It was lucky that my shuttle and Tlalon's torpedo bombers were not damaged. Although the shields were down by almost sixty percent.

"Salerno has gone mad!" - then I shouted in anger, "He never listens to orders. Our plans were discussed the day before. And he ruined everything, as always!" "That's his nature," Tlalon's voice came over the intercom. Yeah... I would love to do it, but Salerno has a long family history, and a lot of the military respect him, so this idea would be immediately doomed.
The admiral himself soon got in touch and reported that ten of his ships had been destroyed. As it turned out, Mauna was not present at all on the flagship. Why would the Khazar leader personally sacrifice himself? He was hiding in a completely different place and not on a ship at all. Now Salerno already listened with might and main to my advice. Of course... He had just shattered his greatness in the eyes of the warriors. Of course, the old gibbon has a lot of support even now, but some still made the appropriate conclusions about it. He does not care about the lives of warriors - and this is an indisputable fact. But I don't... I have always considered the life of every creature a value. Great value... Maybe that's why I had a less than good reputation. It's always like this... If you do good to someone, they don't appreciate you and rub your boots against you, but if you do evil, then you're a hero forever. This law of the universe will never die. And forever it will exist, as long as there is intelligent life here. This is the sad truth...

  After destroying ten ships of Artandir, I contacted Fernand and told her everything. She was furious. In wild fury. She ordered Salerno to sit still, threatened to file a complaint with the presidential headquarters. Already this would notably affect the reputation of the old macaque. And he, as usual, got cold feet. Now it's my turn to attack. I conspired with Tlalon about a new attack. "Let's do it" - I said to this strange Nycomedian, "You want to get a flotilla major, right?" The Nicomedian smiled at this, as always, in his half-gloating style. "And you're smart," he grinned, baring his long teeth, "They are right about you. You have the potential to lead the entire Artandir fleet." "Thanks for the flattery," was my reply quickly.
Soon the captain and his comrades-in-arms were literally bombarding the Khazaar vessels with shells. The torpedoes took off at the same moment and headed straight for the Khazaar vessels. Several enemy ships still turned on the missile defense systems and repelled the warheads. But some of the shells reached their target and made a great bang in the ranks of the enemy. Three "tumen" ships were left without engines and power shields. On one of the holes, there was a depressurization of the compartments. From all the instruments I watched hundreds of crew members fly out of a hefty hole in the hull of the Khazaar battleship. All of them were just thrown into space. There they remained, but already dead... Moments later, I ordered the torpedo bombers to attack again. They, as before, fired many torpedoes towards the enemy. The warheads flew there very quickly and made even more rustle. Now three "tumen" ships have turned into leaky troughs. Far more aliens have been thrown into space than I thought. The Khazaari warriors flew into the void by the thousands, turning into lifeless space junk.
  Soon, the Khazaars were already tired of enduring the fiasco. They decided to send their entire fleet to us. The rest of the ships hovering in orbit changed their position and went to battle. They all advanced directly on our armada. "Get ready for a new salvo!" - ordered then Salerno. "Yes, Admiral," multiple voices were heard from all the radio devices of the flagship. A new batch of warheads flew out from our flotilla. As before, the Khazaar ships took heavy damage. But only ten minutes after the third volley, it suddenly dawned on me. The Khazars never fired a shot. Their first ship, Mauna's decoy flagship, didn't fire a single salvo. He simply stepped forward to meet the Salerno ships and exploded. For some reason, the Khazarians completely forgot what it is to shoot back. They were shooting at our fleet like some kind of suicide bombers. Without making a single volley, they kept moving and moving in our direction. "What are they doing?" - Salerno's bewildered cry was immediately heard on all channels, "Are they ... Reckless?" And at that moment I realized that it was impossible not to agree with this arrogant gibbon. The Khazars behaved unnaturally. They kept advancing like crazy. No matter how we fired at them with everything that was available, there were no return shots. Thus, we destroyed the entire armada of the Khazaar. As they moved towards us, their reactors and engines were torn apart by our torpedoes. The last ship approached my shuttle at a sufficient distance. And then I told the team to turn on the sawing laser. It was an experimental weapon based on Elfurr technology. "Soul Dispenser to battle!" - I then yelled at the top of my lungs. "Yes, lord," the cries of the crew were immediately heard. The atomizer worked great. He instantly smashed the captain's bridge at the enemy ship. Left without a control center, the ship simply went down, and along the way began to fall apart. We haven't gotten to it yet. So we already spent a lot of torpedoes in the battle of Tratorius. When the last of the Khazaar ships exploded, we knew the battle was won. Mauna's main fleet has been destroyed. Now there was a second goal - landing on the planet itself. There, we have to resist the local militia-draconians, for some reason who went over to the side of the enemy. It seemed to me then that Mauna was hiding there, among them ... But other questions immediately followed? What for? Why is this all? Why do the Khazaars act like suicide bombers? Why did they decide to send their entire fleet to the slaughter? After all, they have always been known as warriors and brave men!

"Why did they decide to kill themselves?" - followed the question of one of the dragon females on my ship. "Why? Do they consider this senseless death heroism?" She literally read my mind. I didn't want to answer her at that moment. I myself was in thought, and least of all I wanted to talk in vain on this subject. We soon discussed with Salerno and Tlalon the landing on Tratorius 4. The old baboon thought it wise to bombard the anti-aircraft positions of the rebels. We were now confronted not by the Khazaars, but by the traitorous Xians. We also contacted the commandant. Ser`Ternis was in good health. He closed himself in one of the bunkers and continued to sit there while his draconians fought off the attacks of the "mermen". Me too... Brave officer... He was always cowardly. I never liked this cosatti. Personally, I think that as he was unworthy, he remained so. But still he thanked us for our help... He thanked us from the bottom of his heart. I still remember his growling voice coming from the instruments. "The Progenitor truly sent you," he then praised me in front of all his staffers, "I already thought that we were dead ... The rebels continue their offensive. But soon their attacks will bog down." "Sit in the bunker and keep your head down," I said coldly, "We'll be there soon." After that, the communication session was terminated. Salerno immediately launched his bombers and missile shuttles. I watched everything on the holo-projector in the flagship's bridge. I've seen Artandir's heavy bombers tear apart enemy defenses. Salerno decided to ride through the fortresses that had passed to Wilusa. In a matter of minutes, the positions of enemy air defenses were destroyed. They did not even have time to use their missiles. After all, the admiral had the best spaceships of Artandir! The bombardment continued for an hour. Of course, we did not forget about the damned coward Ser-Ternis and cleared his territory of enemies. Now this cossatti could boldly stick his head out of the bunker. The enemies that surrounded his team, we exterminated to the last. The rebels suffered a number of crushing defeats. However, they still continued to operate. They weren't about to give up. In some way, they seriously resembled those very Khazaars who went to their death without any doubt. So did the rebels.... They continued their attacks all over the planet.
  The capital of Tratorius IV was a major city. It was called very modestly - Tratorin. According to scans, no less than a division of Xian rebels is located in the capital. They guarded the commandant's palace, which has now been turned into a revolutionary headquarters. Local leaders met there and planned further actions. Salerno suggested bombing the rebels' headquarters as well, but I was terribly anxious to find out their reason for moving. And for this it is necessary to take prisoner one of the leaders of the rebellion. Since the task with Mauna seemed to me a failure, at least one of the rebels would be useful. That is why I insisted that the old gibbon save us only from air defense, and leave the rebel regiments as a snack for my soldiers and Tlalon fighters. Without thinking twice, I personally led the landing and spent it three kilometers from the planetary capital. I myself flew on a huge glider equipped with shields and rocket launchers. I was guarded by at least ten Tlalon helicopters, against which the rebels had no chance. Walkers and infantry launched an attack on the city. The rebels almost did not have enough weapons. Yes, and their equipment was extremely scarce. In their hands, these sharks were not even holding blasters, but primitive lightguns. With such a weapon, going against the professional soldiers of Artandir is at least unreasonable. I expected the rebel leaders to finally surrender and fly white flags. But nothing like that happened. As soon as our soldiers approached the city, all this rebellious pack rushed into hand-to-hand combat. They didn't even know what they were getting into. And as if those very Khazaars, the rebels stumbled upon the shells of our soldiers. Walkers and paratroopers immediately opened fire on the rebels. The rioters in turn continued to move forward, brandishing their light guns like maces. None of these madmen managed to reach ours. All of them died overnight from shells.
  Tlalon launched the legendary 'Cleaver' on them. If anyone remembers, this is a huge walking drone tank, shaped like a praying mantis. It was made back when Artandir was waging a stubborn war with Ara-Nii. And in order to defeat the bugs, we actually beat the enemy with his own weapon. The huge praying mantis moved slowly, emitting a firestorm from its mouth. That mechs creature did his job too quickly. Fast and deadly.
I remember how I flew around the entire battlefield in a shuttle, and saw only the corpses of enemies. None of ours was ever hurt during the fight... But what a fight it is... A real massacre. A fight is when they fight on equal terms. What is here? Just shooting almost unarmed rebels. That's all .... It's a pity that they were their own ... Once upon a time.
The Xians betrayed the draconians. Betrayed the Republic. They betrayed everything they had. But for what?

The rebels fell to the last man. Salerno issued an immediate air order to fly to the commandant's palace. The palace, as I already recalled, was turned into the general headquarters of the uprising. Very soon we were already in front of the building. The rebels even fired at us reluctantly. Some fired not so much from light-throwers, but even from simple crossbows designed to hunt Tratorin stingers. What fools... They went to their death with complete confidence. With every second of our approach to the rebel headquarters, it began to seem to me that the Khazaar suicidal spirit appeared in these madmen for a reason. After all, everything was planned from the very beginning ... We did not waste missiles on these fools. They just mowed everyone out of the anti-personnel turrets. Ten minutes later, the entire square in front of the palace was simply littered with the corpses of the Xians. Terribly battered pieces of bodies lay everywhere. I gave the order to land the shuttle on the roof of the building. I was not going to sit on the ground and force my specialists to indulge in vomiting ... No, it would be a truly vile sight.
The roof of the palace was ideal. We sat down successfully, and immediately jumped out of the apparatus. I put on heavy draconian armor, the same as worn by the fighters on the ships of the Ouroboros. Perhaps with this armor, I seemed much more fearsome than usual. The guys of Fernand, subordinated to Tlalon, worked with me. They had long served in Artandir's starfleet and were reliable warriors. I trusted them even more than myself. Moreover, they all came from families of hereditary warriors.
  In general, the stormtroopers and I jumped onto the roof of the building. They jumped off successfully, no one broke their legs. In less than two minutes, we were already running through the corridors of the palace, intent on finding and arresting all the rebel leaders. Perhaps they would have been able to reveal to us the long-awaited truth. Reveal to us the reasons for such a strange behavior of the Khazaars and all the traitors... Why did they go on such suicidal attacks? We searched the building for a long time. It seemed that it took and was empty. Everything we found didn't belong to anything alive. Some dead Xians. They lay lifeless in many rooms of the palace. There was just something wrong with these.
  It doesn't look like our warriors killed them. They did it themselves. They themselves shot each other... With every second we were approaching the ominous solution to all this madness. Finally, we reached the conference hall. In this majestic spacious room, meetings of the commandant with military leaders used to be held. Ser-Ternis sat right here and instructed his subordinates. But at that moment, Cossatti preferred to sit in a bunker and calmly surrendered the city to the rebels. So we did not find any traces of the symbols of Artandir there. No... No symbols of the republic. There was something different here. All the walls were covered with mysterious terrible words. At what they wrote here clearly not with scarlet paint, but with real blood. "The true God is near"... - that's what those strange inscriptions said. These inscriptions were everywhere. Even someone managed to fit them on the ceiling. In the center of the same room stood a long wooden table. There were no less than ten Xians on the seats, clad in copper armor. These were the very leaders of the rebels ... They were not alive. I carefully examined them, completely and completely. Not a single scratch. But at the same time, everyone is dead. No one shot at them, no one chopped them or stabbed them. Death was truly mysterious. But why then was it necessary to start all this rebellion? What to fight for? All my warriors were perplexed, looking at the terrible pictures. We expected to see everything there, but not this.
   "Why would they do that?" - followed the question from one of the Tlalon fighters, "Commander Ser'Naveh. I don't understand... What were they fighting for? And why? Artandir did not establish a dictatorship on the planet. "I myself want to find answers," I said honestly, "I don't see any logic in their actions. As if they succumbed to witchcraft ...".



Witchcraft... It really looked like magic, and not very kind. For a moment I imagined how evil sorcery enslaves thousands of minds, dooming them all to reckless death. That's just the source of this sorcery, I would like to explore, and find out its origin. At that moment, I did not notice that one of the corpses was not at all a representative of the Xian species. It was a hazaar. As soon as I noticed a foreigner among the dead officers, I immediately started up. "In the name of Caelus!" - a fighter from the Tlalon detachment shouted furiously, "Get the bastard!". Starfleet soldiers immediately opened fire on the khazaar, who decided to set up a death trap for all of us. But this khazaar was not so easy to kill. He moved so fast that it would seem that the shells flew through him. The alien constantly teleported in different directions, and then, having shown everyone his tricks with acceleration, he decided to go on the attack. He turned my first fighter to dust with a wave of his hand. The other two were thrown back a considerable distance. The unfortunate ones flew into the air and broke through the walls with their bodies. They flew far beyond the palace and in the blink of an eye turned into bloody cakes. Four more he hit with purple lightning. The poor fellows are roasted in their own armor. There was a terrible smell of burning meat throughout the hall, which almost made me sick. The hazaar bastard killed all my fighters. He destroyed all our guys with whom I went through the Tratorian battle. Khazaar knew what he was getting into. Without any doubt, he was going to leave me alone... But not for a snack. He wasn't going to kill me... I didn't even think about it. When the alien sorcerer dealt with all my guardsmen, he turned into a bright flash and in a second he was already next to me. Then I was able to see it completely. The sorcerer was dressed in thick black armor. His long head was uncovered, and his feet were shod in tight boots. He had no weapons with him... Naturally, it would be stupid for such a strong spellcaster to carry a pistol with him. Khazaar looked at me not with hatred at all. His violet eyes gave off incredible anxiety. Pale skin was covered with an unhealthy yellow coating, clearly hinting at aging. I still remember his look... I will never forget it... even if the universe collapses thousands of times... I will still remember that look forever. A look that spoke only of desperation.
  "My name is Mauna," the khazaar spoke in a bleating voice, never taking his purple eyes off me, "The demons will return, they are close. They are already very close". Mauna .. He called himself Mauna ... He was the high leader of the Vilusa Khazaars, whom we were looking for. And his words touched my heart. He spoke like a real fanatic, and not just a fanatic, but a mad terrorist, ready to destroy anyone for the sake of his idea. "With all due respect, but you are a murderer," I replied then, "You unleashed a war ... You turned the whole planet into a battlefield. But I don't understand your ideology ... Khazaars were considered warriors from ancient times .... You even fought having lost limbs... And now you are killing yourself indiscriminately... What is all this for? I would have asked more questions to that khazaar, but he had already read my mind. This sorcerer knew everything... He foresaw the threat of the end even then.... "Darkness is coming, my friend," Mauna answered me, "Darkness from such dark regions of the universe that it is better not to know. But I saw! I saw the future, Ser'Naveh." We never met him, but he already knew my name. This wizard was clearly not an ordinary one. He possessed truly great power. It was only now that I began to realize how far he had seen.

"So what?" - then I asked, "What is the future? Did you really decide to deliberately bring your people to death? But what about your desire to survive? For thousands of years you wandered like nomads in all areas of the universe. After all, your world was destroyed by a cataclysm!". "Not a cataclysm," came the answer, and it was not comforting to me, "His name is Marfur-Nirari ... That's what our ancestors called him ... He destroyed our world and turned our race into nomads, and turned others into Unn-Chorr, depriving them of the Empire of Atsavizotl, and subjugating them. Do you think why the Khazaars began to sail the seas of stars? Marfur-Nirari offered us to become his tribe ... His people. But we refused. And then he said that every world, where we take refuge will be destroyed. That's why we roamed. Recently, I heard a call... A call of horror and fear, coming from the very depths of another universe. This call only grows every time. The Khazaars can no longer hear it. But we don't die like cowards. We fight... That's why we attacked you. You.. the Artandirs are our enemies. And there is nothing more beautiful than to die in battle with enemies. I want to warn you, Ser'Naveh. Soon Marfur "Nirari will prove himself. I have seen what will happen soon.... I have seen the split. Only darkness and doom awaits you. But we won't see it again. We will feast in the gardens of our Gods. You can blow up your own planets so as not to see the horrors that will soon come here. This will be the best outcome...." As he spoke, tears dripped from his violet eyes. thrust thousands of blades... When he spoke of horror... I seemed to feel it inside. I felt the greatest cold deep in my soul. This cold began to grow.... "Remember," came the last words of Mauna, who was called the great Khazaar leader, "It is better to destroy ourselves... than to survive what is to come. You have to convey these words to your people... Tell them. Tell them that the Vilusa warriors died for a reason!". As soon as he finished speaking, he instantly burst into the brightest flame. It was like a small supernova explosion. I quickly recoiled from him, closing my eyes and trying not to look at this glow. It continued for another full minute , and only then completely evaporated. When I opened my eyes, I no longer saw anyone in front of me. Mauna burned himself alive in a mighty witch's flame. Not even a small piece remained of his body.
  "A beautiful death," a strange voice suddenly rang out from behind me. I turned around and drew my blade from its scabbard.
Behind him stood that mysterious nicomedian Tlalon. There was no armor on him, only a blue military uniform and golden shoulder straps. But in his hands the pistol was clearly visible. One such shot, and my head would immediately fly off my shoulders. And by the way, he kept me at gunpoint. The Nicomedian smiled, as always, in his malevolent style.
"Do you think I'll let you stay?" - rasped Tlalon, "No one should know. The old Khazaar bastard will not get his own. He will choke on grief and dishonor in the next world." "I didn't like you right away," I admitted, without throwing the blade to the ground, as it should, "So you knew?" "I knew everything," it was the turn of the nicomedian's confession, "I knew it would be so. Vilusa betrayed the Gods. Betrayed Him." "You are talking nonsense," I angrily hissed at these crazy words, "You are a damned terrorist!" "Arthandir will fall," the otherworlder chuckled maliciously, "All worlds will fall. All states. The galaxy will be engulfed in flames. And your pitiful lizard-like appearance will disappear. Like all races! For He wants it so! The True God!" At that moment he tried to shoot. My soul almost hit my heels. But the bastard got stuck with his darned gun.

I immediately took advantage of the situation. Quickly charged at the Nicomedian, blade drawn. Without thinking twice, I lunged and hit him right in the chest. Tlalon did not have time to defend himself. He also could not dodge the deadly blade. The blade pierced his chest and exited from behind his back. The Nicomedian didn't even howl. He smiled at me, and as maliciously as he had ever smiled before. "He'll find you all," he hissed through gritted teeth. Blood was already starting to trickle out of his mouth. After this, the traitor died before my eyes. I instantly yanked the blade out of his body and took another look at him. The Nicomedian also knew what he was getting into, just like the Khazaar leader. He carried some frank nonsense, crazy words of a fanatic. But there was one difference between him and the King of Vilus. Mauna stood up for his Gods and dreamed of dying. And this piece of Nicomedia litter fought for terror and terror. It was necessary to find out what made him encroach on the life of the Artandir officer, what made him betray Artandir. As far as I knew, Tlalon did not have the citizenship of Nicomedia. He was an Artandir citizen, a starfleet warrior. But why did he betray everyone? Why did he commit treason?
  I stood in that room in silence for about twenty minutes. He tried to make sense of every single phrase the Nicomedian said. But alas... I didn't understand anything completely. After standing in that room for long minutes, I nevertheless took out a walkie-talkie and called for help there. Helicopters immediately followed me and loaded me on board. When the soldiers and officers asked me what happened in the palace, I replied that I simply killed the Khazaar sorcerer and then eliminated the traitor Tlalon. I also spoke about the death of my comrades, whom I felt extremely sorry for. But I did not say a word to them about what I heard from Mauna and Tlalon. Not a single word... Of course, I was immediately taken to the flagship. The operation on Tratorius was considered a success. The Khazaars of Wilusa were completely defeated and no longer posed a threat. I immediately returned home to Lenghir, where I was honored as a true hero. However, Salerno was also praised, although he essentially did nothing sensible. I was awarded for a successful operation in front of the entire command staff. The Speaker of Congress personally shook my hand and stuck a gold medal on my spacesuit. I stood and listened to all these praises of countless politicians. Many military leaders applauded me. Fernand herself patted me on the back and called me an example for all the draconians of Artandir. You will be surprised, but I even bothered to get a boast from the president himself at the very end of the awards ceremony. Only he himself did not personally appear at the ceremony, but sent his henchman, a black-haired kinos named Salati. I still remember how this wolf-like approached me, saluted, and then timidly shook my hand. "You are the pride of the galaxy," he then said right to my face. He told me this as if he himself was the president. "I am pricelessly glad that you are proud of me," I immediately replied. Although at the same time, I knew that the cinema was very jealous of me. I saw it clearly in his yellow eyes.
  But in the evening after the ceremony, a serious conversation with Fernand was coming. After it turned out that Tlalon was a traitor, all his apartments and dachas were searched. He was almost completely clean. 90 percent. But 10 ..... 10 percent just gave him away.

"Tlalon knew about Vilusa's attack," said Asinius Fernand, calling me to his office at Lenghir's headquarters, "He planned everything." I stood with interest and listened to what was uncovered during the searches. As it turned out, the security forces refurbished all his dwellings. A communication repeater was found in one of them. Surprisingly, he worked on a long-forgotten technology. The race that invented such devices has been dead for thousands of years. And then they found his diary, in which he wrote about his communication with a certain cossatti. "He was given orders," Fernand reported to me, "He carried them out. He followed us, the admirals, the committee of staff. His diary told everything. It was this piece of paper." "And what was the name of that cossatti?" - I asked with interest, "Togo cossatti, who forced him to commit betrayal." Asinius took a sip of coffee from a cup beside her. Then she looked at me... with a very intense gaze. "Ser'Kiraani," her answer soon came, "Judging by the name, it's not him, but she." I shuddered involuntarily. The name seemed terribly familiar to me. But I couldn't remember why. "We will look for her," Fernand continued her speech, looking away from me thoughtfully, "And we will find her. We will make her pay for everything she has done. She will be brought before the court of Artandir."
  Returning to my room, I plunged into a long abyss of research. I never told Asinius what I heard from the khazaar and Tlalon. And I heard about something that was not intended for my ears at all. I realized that all this is not just. The mysterious attack of Vilusa, the betrayal of Tlalon, the death of so many Xians. The Xians were a race related to the Cossatti and the Draconians. They were our blood. But all these creatures safely turned their backs on Artandir and the Draconian Empire. I had to understand what was and what is to come. These studies seemed gloomy and obscure to me.... But I simply could not do otherwise. I had to find the truth... I had to reveal everything. I studied every ancient little book, even the most shabby ones. I've been looking for everything that's ever been called "Marfur-Nirari". This is the name I heard from the lips of Mauna. I studied everything alone, sometimes staying up all night, spending time in my own office. I had to do it... I had no other choice. And even when I did manage to fall asleep, I kept seeing that creepy room... That creepy conference room filled with Xian corpses. That eerie hall where I first met him... Mauna... The harbinger of things to come.... The last of the great kings of Wilusa... The hall where I encountered Tlalon and his treachery. Sometimes it seems to me that he is alive. Tlalon. He is alive and still watching. Watching and waiting.... The coming of that ancient power that he talked about so loudly on Tratorius."

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[Revenge of Tyrants. Storm of Souls.]

Revenge of Tyrants. Storm of Souls.

author - A.K.Krokhmal aka BagaturKhan



I decided to post the another full story about my universe, which i finished in this year.

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Prologue.

Planet Sunbatarr-3. Star system Archaea.
Territories of the Earth Alliance.
year 2596 AD

- Solomon-Nakhir-Mashai .....
He heard a soft whisper in the midst of all this noise. This elite airbus belonged to the Sunbatarr Lines company and was a means of transportation only for the richest representatives of power. His salon was almost completely filled with people. But mostly there were more bodyguards and stewards than the passengers themselves. Almost all seats were occupied. Here was both Chairman Torian himself and his entire retinue, including the recently arrived ambassador from Earth itself. The airbus was heading straight for the southern lands, where Torian intended to have a joint conversation with the ambassador at his personal residence, which was located in the "sand city" of Savarti. Of course, he could have done this in the airbus itself, but the ambassador intended to give Torian and his retinue some kind of secret, and demanded the conditions for a secret conversation. No internet talks, no summits, no video cameras. It was supposed to be a live conversation without any surveillance and without the presence of any electronics. In addition, the legendary Nel Mauhurai himself, who was now just in Savarti, was going to participate in the conversation. The topic of conversation was something so important that it was not amenable to public disclosure. Even the guards of both figures did not have the right to know a single detail.
- Solomon-Nakhir-Mashai ......
And the voice came again. That's what he was actually called. Solomon had long been part of the bodyguards of Ambassador Zoltan, half-human, half-Kussarian. He was originally from New Palestine, which was colonized during the heyday of the Earth Alliance. Solomon worked for a long time before breaking into the personal guard of the ambassador himself. But from now on, he understood that this could not go on any longer. During the service, he learned a lot. And much of what he realized still haunted him.
Hearing this mysterious whisper, Solomon did not show that he was afraid. But inside he felt the cold coming over him. Suddenly, goosebumps ran through his body.
Solomon did not sit like the others. He just went for a run at the local buffet. The stewards made him coffee in two minutes, and he drank almost two cups. But at that whisper, the chill inside him intensified. Even coffee didn't save him.
Solomon-Nakhir-Mashai walked slowly between the rows of seats. The airbus was at an altitude of more than 10,000 meters. Turbulence has not yet happened, and it was possible not only to walk around the cabin, but even run cross-country.
The guardsman had just walked past the politicians sitting next to each other. Torian and Zoltan were talking about something, but it was not a private conversation, since the guardsmen sitting behind and in front could hear everything. In addition, a young fair-haired stewardess with a proud look was sitting next to Zoltan. She appeared to be no more than 25 years old. Apparently, she was not a simple member of the crew, since she sat next to two famous politicians, as if she had known them all her life. Who she was, the guardsman did not know, and this did not bother him much. However, her purposeful look made Solomon turn a little pale. She smiled at him strangely. Her eyes sparkled with a mysterious yellow fire. But the guard pretended not to notice.
Solomon turned off his radio for a short while. After all, now nothing threatened either Thorian, or the ambassador, or the stewardess, or any of the guards. At least that's how it was so far...
- Hello kussar .... - a voice was heard from somewhere to the left of Solomon.
The guard glanced to the left and stumbled upon a brazenly sitting mustachioed Neferirikar colonel in a dark overcoat. This was Komyn, from a dwarf-like race of small creatures, and he had recently been appointed protector of the planet. His grenadiers were still considered the best force in the Sanbatarr autonomy. Chairman Thorian had long respected the grenadiers and trusted every member of their circles, and at the same time valued communication with the Neferirikar.
"Sir..." Solomon bowed slightly, and then accelerated.
Communication with Komin did not bring joy to anyone. The colonel was a cruel dwarf, a former executioner in the service of Elfurr, and also had a very bad reputation in the past. But for Thorian, this seemed to be a trifle, since he gladly made Comyn the head of all the grenadier units.
Solomon had never understood Thorian, but that didn't matter to him now.
The guard straightened his blue uniform and walked to his place. But he found that someone had already taken a seat in front of his seat. Perhaps it was one of Thorian's guards, but apparently he was by no means a simple warrior.
Solomon looked angrily at the stranger, but after a moment he felt a strange pain in the temples. And then the terrible cold that had pierced his body just recently intensified.
The seated officer looked at Solomon with his cold blue eyes. His gaze was not at all characteristic of a representative of the human race. He seemed to be looking straight into his soul. The officer was quite young, no more than 30 years old. He was dressed in a blue uniform with gold epaulettes and aiguillettes. His trousers, on the other hand, were red, like the revolutionary flag of ancient Colombia. He had no weapons, but black gloves with metal spikes betrayed a real threat.
"Mr. Marfur-Nirari," Solomon said in a tremulous voice, bowing low to the officer.
- Solomon-Nakhir-Mashai, - answered the one who was called Marfur-Nirari, not even moving.
"I didn't know you were here, ma'hatmah," the guardsman said in surprise, barely realizing who was in front of him now, "I thought you would not personally take part in my operation. Yes, and they can see us and cut through the negotiations. My colleagues are everywhere here.
"I can be anywhere if I wish," came the officer's words. "And don't worry about us being spotted prematurely." All communications are already under my control. Nobody will hear us. And if anyone sees, then for them I'm just a lieutenant of the Blue Guard of the Coalition, accompanying Torian. You have nothing to worry about.
His voice was rather even and calm, but the coldness inside the guardsman was only beginning to intensify. Solomon trembled visibly.
- Sit down, - said Marfur-Nirari, pointing with his glove to the place next to him, - Per favore.
"Thank you," Solomon answered and immediately sat down on his seat.
He could not look Marfur-Nirari in the eyes, because his gaze was turned down. The cold within the Guardsman still throbbed. His muscles began to go numb rapidly, but the guardsman tried not to show it.
- Cold ..... - said Marfur-Nirari, - You feel it .....
"Yes, sir," Nahir-Mashai replied, still not looking at his interlocutor.
- This is temporary .... - the officer continued his speech, - Everyone feels it. It's not scary. This is just a small impact of an ancient force, an exorbitant power that once made the stars go out. She chose you, but you shouldn't be afraid of that. Otherwise, she might hurt you.
"It's all for the good, as you said," Solomon finally found the strength to look at his interlocutor, "You said that my today's operation would bring light into the world.
- Good must win, - answered Marfur-Nirari, - That's what we are trying to achieve. That's why it woke up. That power.... the likes of which you have never met. Probably, all this is difficult for you.... Yes, it takes years, and maybe even centuries, to understand this for someone like you. But you shouldn't doubt your abilities. You must believe in good.
- Good ... true ... because it must triumph, - said the guardsman.
In truth, the fear never left him. On the contrary, it only began to intensify.

- Exactly so, - nodded Marfur-Nirari, - Good side will triumph. And evil .... it must be punished. You and I have been fighting against evil for a long time. Ambassador Zoltan commits crimes every year. He is the main evil force.... The force that we must overcome. Zoltan is slippery and two-faced. Even President Joanna Kilic hates him. But the ambassador is still strong. All the power of the Coalition is behind him. Arms companies.... Secret deals with Nel Production.... But the most important thing is that Zoltan is narcissistic and overconfident. He considers his plan to destroy the culture of the inhabitants of these lands flawless. But the local order has already been formed. And they can't just disappear like Zoltan wants. That is why the ambassador must die. In the name of good.... And you must do it.
"As we spoke, sir," Solomon said in a more confident voice. - The ambassador must die.
- Here... it will help you to accomplish this feat, my friend. The officer smiled back.
The officer carefully put his hand somewhere under the seat, and then abruptly pulled out a strange object. It looked like a severed brush of the clawed paw of some unknown creature. In addition, the gun was completely black. Solomon tried to see the object, but Marfur-Nirari immediately handed him this tool. The guard took a closer look at this severed clawed paw. And then he discovered that this was not the paw of an alien creature at all, but a real weapon. How Marfur-Nirari smuggled it into the airbus remained a mystery. Although it may not have been so simple. The weapon was red-hot to such an extent that Solomon almost dropped it. But the ambassador's guard understood that he must not show the slightest weakness. Through the burning pain in his palms, Solomon saw this strange weapon and found something that looked like a trigger. Also, one of the "claws" of this item was a rounded shape, which resembled the muzzle of a rifle. This guardsman saw for the first time in his life.
"It will help you," repeated Marfur-Nirari, looking straight into Solomon's eyes. "The ambassador will not die a simple death. It's not simple at all.....
- I have never seen such a weapon, ma'hatmah, - Nahir-Mashai said, looking at the object in surprise, - This is something beyond reason. How does it work?
"When you shoot it, you will understand," the officer smiled ominously.
It was a real demonic smile. After all, the eyes of the officer were full of furious fire. Such purposefulness was read in his gaze that Solomon, seeing this, visibly cheered up. Although the cold did not disappear from Solomon's body at all, but still covered all of his insides.
"Now go and administer justice," Marfur-Nirari rasped in a commanding tone. - Zoltan and Thorian must die. And they must pay for their crimes. Remember, good always wins. Even if it seems that there is no hope for salvation. You will stop this evil and destroy it. In the name of good and for the glory of justice, you will do it. All who serve the Coalition must die....
- I will not disappoint you, my lord, - answered Nahir-Mashai, and immediately rose abruptly from his seat.
The weapon was already gleaming in the guardsman's hand. And the look has changed. Now he was full of determination.
- Glory to the Primordial, - Marfur-Nirari said with a flash of eyes.
"Glory to Chaos," Solomon replied, bowing.
Then he hurriedly walked in the opposite direction.
The guardsman held the mysterious weapon in his right hand. The fears in his mind had already vanished, allowing determination and courage to take over his entire body. He quickly reached his destination.
Suddenly, the airbus shook violently. Many passengers were worried. Even the guards experienced some mixture of fear and bewilderment. Solomon almost fell over. But he quickly regained his balance, and then something made him look back. A fleeting surprise pierced the guardsman.
There was no one in the place where Marfur-Nirari had been sitting just a minute ago. Where he could have gone was a mystery. There is no trace left of this mysterious person.
- Glory to the Primordial ..... - that ominous and strange whisper was heard again in Solomon's head. - Glory to Chaos.... Glory to the Primordial..... Glory to the Primordial......
The guardsman turned his gaze to the politicians sitting next to him. Chairman Torian was talking quietly to Zoltan and the stewardess while blinking his eyes heavily. The ambassador's face remained calm, and he slightly nodded his head. The stewardess now looked only at the chairman, and something answered him. What exactly these people were talking about, Solomon could not understand, since their voices were very quiet. And Solomon was just a bodyguard. Only the captain of the guard had the right to be privy to these matters, but he was not around. Apparently, he was also ordered only to protect statesmen, but not to interfere in their conversations.
- Hey ... Kussar half-breed, - came the voice of Comin to the right of Solomon, - What are you? What the hell is that in your hand?
But Nakhir-Mashai ignored the colonel's remarks. He came close to the seated politicians.
Thorian immediately noticed this and looked at the guardsman.
- And you, agent, who stood here, did you want something? - the chairman said with a slight grin, looking Solomon in the eyes.
The guardsman shuddered slightly, and shivered from the cold that again seized him. And the mysterious whisper still pierced his mind. Voices were heard from everywhere. It would seem that the entire crew of the airbus, including passengers, uttered these strange words.
- Glory to the Primordial.... Glory to Chaos... - the voices became louder and more furious in the mind of the guard. - You must do this..... Defeat evil.... Defeat evil..... Kill the ambassador.... Kill Zoltan...... Zoltan must die.......
- Excuse me, sir, I need to talk to Mr. Zoltan, - Solomon answered, jerking his head slightly.
- Any problems, agent? - the ambassador asked with some excitement. - And what is it ... in your hands?
"Yes, we have problems," Solomon suddenly growled at the top of his voice. - You have problems, Mr. Ambassador! You have been found guilty of your crimes! In their cruel crimes before all the people of the galaxy! And I sentence you to death! In the name of the Origin! Today you will die!
After these words, Solomon immediately pointed his mysterious weapon at the envoy, frozen in surprise. Zoltan barely managed to open his mouth when the guardsman pulled the trigger.
Not even a moment passed before the whole airbus turned into nothing. It shattered into billions of pieces in a matter of moments.

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[Nicomedian Terrifying War 202 BC]

Nicomedian Terrifying War 202 BC



The Nicomedians are a race of mysterious humanoid beings who have long claimed the role of galactic "centrists". They are famous for their yellowish skin, bright-colored eyes with narrow pupils, the absence of a nose (instead of it, only three nostrils) and ears, penchant for psi abilities, and the ability to do several things at once. They usually speak quickly, and their names are the longest in the universe.
For example, the current ruler of Nicomedia is called Ankrutana-Rakatanasin, and this is only the first part of his Main Name.

The Nicomedians own only a few star systems and, as of 2596 AD, are not colonizing the galaxy. Nicomedia reject any military craft. At this stage (in the 26th century) they have no army and navy. Only the Law Enforcement Forces, which are divided into space and ground, have the right to possess weapons. The ships are armed with only EMP warheads and cyber projectiles that disable enemy equipment if necessary. Ground fighters of the SOP are only allowed to wear stunners that do not cause much harm to living beings. Nicomedia abandoned the army and navy after the Terrifying War of 202 BC (Earth time), which almost destroyed their civilization. Some races, such as the Unn-Chorr, do not understand the Nicomedes. In their opinion, these mysterious yellow-skinned creatures expose themselves to great danger. After all, the lack of combat-ready forces can lead to fatal consequences. But no matter how the Nicomedeans are persuaded to return to their former craft by all kinds of radicals, they flatly refuse. The Vithyn'Exotrorchs (supreme rulers) of Nicomedia outlawed the carrying of military weapons on all worlds under their control. Nobody and nothing has the right to wear that which causes pain and death. Information about the Terrifying War is still kept in the archives of Nicomedia. The ideas of peace and harmony are still being taught in Nik'schols (educational institutions). The Nicomedes are dependent on the Galactic United Races Coalition. Without the will of the Coalition, they can do nothing.
After the outbreak of the Acheronian Galactic War in 2593, Empress of Farrukh Yuai Ang, King of Elfurr Senukhsert, High Ruler Founel from Kinos race,  Draconian First Councillor Ser'Navuhu'drakara, Coalition Grandmaster Rathmir Derkh, and Vythyn'Exotrorkh Ankrutana'rakatanasin entered into a new treaty of Temporal Protection. Nicomedia allowed their allies to deploy a couple of fleets within the border systems. This was done in order to secure trade routes and approaches to the main system from the fleets of the Acheronian League, which are showing great activity.
But why did it happen? And for what reason has Nicomedia not had its own army for 2000 years?

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The Nicomedia civilization has been in existence for over 25,000 years.
But the Terrifying War in Nicomedia is not forgotten by either children, or mature, or old people. This event also bears another name - the Great Tragedy of the Universe. In 202 BC. according to the reckoning of the earthlings, the Nicomedia Vithin'Exotrorh Anchuvank-Panukaratingan was overthrown by a group of militarists led by General Kachaporit. The military immediately proclaimed a new republic of Bithyn, putting an end to a whole dynasty of former rulers. Kachaporit began to spread the doctrine of the chosenness of the Nicomedia race. For half a year of power, he managed to publish up to 150 books about the superiority of his own civilization over other races. The general claimed that even before the coup, mysterious deities appeared to him in a dream, known as X-Shangaara, the Planet Builders. According to Kachaporit, the Planet Builders gave him a lot of knowledge about the Chosenness of the Nikomedians and ancient greatness. Many associates supported the general, who became the Supreme Leader of the New Republic of Whithin. The books were distributed to all controlled planets in a matter of months. Inspired by the ideas of Supremacy, the Nicomedians began to behave more aggressively and arrogantly towards other civilizations. Kachaporit, using the knowledge of the mysterious "gods", searched the galaxy for many sources of technology from the long-extinct race of Sovilars. His research teams were engaged in the improvement of the fleet and military equipment. They also managed to raise the ancient devices of another extinct Kassite race, called the Idols of Retribution, to their feet. These huge walking machines reached 200 meters and could fit entire shelves. With such an army, Kachaporit intended to conquer the universe and create an indestructible empire.

First of all, the usurper set his sights on a small human state called Ellan-Milorana. It was located near the Nicomedia dominions in the galactic east. The local king Hippolytus III criticized his neighbors with might and main and talked about their incredible racism. In one of his speeches, Hippolytus seriously insulted the Nicomedia ruler, calling him a "monstrous despot" and a "hated provocateur." Taking advantage of the chance, Kachaporit demanded an apology from the king of Ellan-Milorana. He declared that such expressions ran the risk of causing dissension between the people and the Nicomedes. Hippolyte refused to apologize and urged the general to "immediately shut up." Then Kachaporit did not stand on ceremony with the opponent and ordered to activate one of the devices of the Sovilars. On his direct orders, a missile with an Utgartr warhead was secretly launched at Ellan-Milorana. A powerful explosion completely destroyed the planet with the entire population. Hippolyte and his tribesmen perished in the fire. After the death of the king, a civil war broke out in the state over the inheritance. None of the people could find out where the rocket was fired from. Some suspected the Nicomedians of this. However, Kachaporit immediately began to deny that he was responsible for the destruction of the entire planet. He denied the accusations and declared that the Nicomedeans would never have used such a weapon in their lives. An unknown attack immediately attracted the attention of representatives of other civilizations. Elfurr was especially interested in the tragedy. Their embassy went to the possessions of Ellan-Milorana, where a provisional government had already been formed. The new Tsar Natalius IV, chosen by the military leaders, claimed that they had not been able to identify the culprit of such massive destruction. Elfurr asked people to provide them with recordings of the explosion. After all, the space stations and satellites plying around the destroyed capital world could provide at least some evidence. Elfurrian experts carefully studied all the data received, but they did not succeed in uncovering the culprit. It was clear from the recordings that the rocket appeared suddenly. At first, she teleported from obscurity, and only then struck at the main planet of Ellan-Milorana.

Kachaporit, on the other hand, rejoiced that he had managed to invisibly destroy an entire planet. However, he was alarmed by the intervention of the Elfurr Star Empire. He was very afraid that they would reveal his plans. And so the usurper decided to act quickly. Delay in his case was simply impossible. By his order, several more missiles with powerful warheads were activated. Among them was the Black Hole Generator device, which had previously been discovered by the Nicomedia in one of the abandoned asteroid bases. Five warheads headed for the key worlds that the general intended to end. However, the weapons were still quite unstable, and the programming of these devices had not yet been completed. Kachaporit hurried his cyber experts, threatening them with the death penalty. A hastily designed operation went to waste immediately after the launch of the missiles. The warheads exploded in space before reaching their cherished targets. The explosion of one of the rockets led to the immediate appearance of a black hole. The tragedy happened in the Elfurr sector of Joserkar. One of the Elfurr Dreadnoughts flew by not far from the crater. The ship was immediately pulled into a dark abyss along with the entire crew. The black hole soon slammed shut, but there was no trace left of the ship. The queen of all queens, Hatshepsit IV, who headed the Empire at that time, quickly brought the issue of launched warheads to the Grand Council. Kachaporit was on the verge of insanity when he learned that none of the missiles had reached their targets. He ordered the execution of up to five thousand scientists working on secret projects. However, no one knew about his plans. The fired shells failed to reveal Kachaporit. Elfurr and their allies were still wrestling with their thoughts and trying to identify the mysterious enemy. Hatshepsit IV guessed that the fault might lie with Nicomedia, but still preferred not to discuss this with the generals. She organized a secret group of agents who were immediately sent to the possessions of Kachaporit. They were supposed to live as simple mechanics on the Nicomedia planets and join the local culture. But each of their actions they carefully voiced in front of the queen. The Elfurrian ruler knew everything that happened to her agents. Soon the spies found out about the mysterious factories of Kachaporita, where the tyrant developed an unknown weapon. They managed to track them down and pass on all the information to Hatshepsit.



Three months later, the High Queen of Elfurr received all the evidence of the direct guilt of the Nikomedians. The agents sent her data and materials that clearly indicated the development of weapons based on Sovilar technology. Hatshepsit sent information to the realm of Ellan-Milorana. Natalius IV immediately stopped the war with his commanders and announced a temporary truce. The Ellans gathered the General Council, at which Elfurr presented the information of the spies. The people and their allies were furious. Information about the development of Kachaporite was immediately made public on every planet of Ellan-Milorana. Information reached even the Artandir Empire. Emperor Ilia Asvaram II the Pious sent an official protest to Nicomedia. After all, one of the missiles fired almost reached the capital of Artandir. Billions of living beings could have died. Kachaporit again denied all accusations against him. He declared that the enemies provoke the Nicomedans to war with false information. It was a great excuse to start a war. The usurper in a hurry gathered all the armadas and ordered the naval commanders to strike at Ellan-Milorana from all sides. The Nicomedes quickly blockaded the planets of the kingdom. Kachaporit managed to storm the main citadel of Natalius IV. As a result of a bloody battle, all human troops were utterly defeated. The Elan ruler was captured, where he was immediately stabbed to death. In a matter of weeks, Nicomedia took possession of the whole state. The treacherous capture of Ellan-Milorana caused even greater aggression from the surrounding civilizations. Three powerful empires immediately declared war on Kachaporit. Artandir Emperor Ilia II sent four battle armadas to the battle. Hatshepsit IV sent up to 20 large fleets to Nicomedia. Draconids also joined the alliance of civilizations. The huge united armada did not liberate Ellan-Milorana and quickly relocated to Nicomedia, the main capital of Kachaporit. The Tyrant was forced to send a fleet to his home worlds. Hatshepsit IV issued an ultimatum to the dictator, according to which he had to leave his post and immediately stop all secret developments. Kachaporit replied that he would not contradict the will of the Gods, "guiding his mind and body." Elfurr were forced to break off negotiations with the Nicomedeans. Despite the fact that the Artandirs and the Draconians insisted on continuing the dialogue, Hatshepsit fired five nuclear warheads into the Nicomedia armada. The most powerful explosions immediately destroyed up to 500 enemy ships. The Nicomedia admirals recommended Kachaporit to negotiate with the united alliance. They feared for the lives of ordinary Nicomedians. Elfurr after all could easily destroy an entire race because of a banal verbal insult.

Despite all the warnings of his comrades-in-arms, Kachaporit led his armada towards the Elfurr fleet. Up to 10,000 powerful ships clashed in the battle, many of which were heavy dreadnoughts. The Nicomedia battle ended sadly for the usurper and tyrant. Kachaporite was destroyed on her flagship by a direct hit from an Elfurr torpedo. After the death of the head of the republic, all the Nicomedia admirals withdrew their ships. Former associates of Kachaporit gathered the Military Council, at which they intended to resolve the conflict peacefully. Ordinary Nicomedes have long been tired of the power of the tyrant and his accomplices. No one wanted to continue the bloodshed. The admirals sent a delegation of 18 ambassadors to Queen Hatshepsit. The messengers were received by the ruler of Elfurr and taken to the reception room. The delegates had to kneel before Hatshepsit and beg for her forgiveness. The queen replied that she would show mercy to the Nicomedia only if all the admirals of the deceased Kachaporit came to her personally and fell down in the same way. The ambassadors conveyed the tsarina's answer to the naval commanders. The admirals agreed to come to the Elfurr ship. Soon they also appeared before Hatshepsit, asking for forgiveness for the actions of their former commander and kissing her sandals. The queen declared that she accepted the apology of the Nikomedes. After these words, she personally finished off all the admirals along with 18 ambassadors. Thus, Nicomedia was left without a high command of the fleet. Hatshepsit ordered the bodies of the Nicomedia delegation to be thrown into outer space through a garbage lock. With this, she intended to prove the greatness of the Elfurr Empire to all her allies and enemies. Then the queen ordered the flotilla under her control to destroy the Nicomedians. She stated that all Kachaporit's accomplices must pay for their deeds. According to her plan, the ships were to open fire on the capital planet of Nicomedia and destroy all the continents. The resulting cataclysms would have led to the death of all the Nicomedes. She then wished to poison the atmosphere of all surrounding worlds belonging to her enemies. Artandir Emperor Ilia II, having learned about the decision of Hatshepsit, immediately hurried on board. The Draconids, on the other hand, completely abandoned the alliance with Elfurr. The queen's allies threatened her with a rupture of all diplomatic relations. Arriving on the ship to Hatshepsit, Ilia II begged her to abandon the solution to the genocide of the Nicomedes. But the Elfurrian ruler was adamant. She even threatened the Emperor of Artandir with death. Furious, Ilia II rudely insulted Hatshepsit, calling her a "soulless killer." The emperor then announced his refusal to act in concert with Elfurr.

However, during the conversation, Elijah began to notice strange changes in the Elfurr queen. The Emperor had known her for quite some time, but in the last moments of heated conversation, he discovered that her eyes were not Elfurrian at all. Usually representatives of this race did not have narrow pupils. Elijah did not hesitate, and drawing a pistol, he simply shot at Hatshepsit. When the queen fell dead, all Elfurr were horrified to discover that it was not the body of their sovereign. On the deck lay the Nicomedian Kachaporit. As it turned out, the one that was killed in the space battle was a clone of the true usurper. Kachaporit, on the other hand, entered the ship to the Elfurr queen in advance and took on her appearance. He imprisoned Hatshepsit herself in the Pendant of Eternity (a stasis device that worked on the science of the Sovilars). He safely hid the pendant in the hold of the ship. Within an hour after the destruction of the main enemy, Elfurr discovered a mysterious device in which their queen was imprisoned. The freed Hatshepsit gave a new flotilla order to leave the Nicomedia systems. The Draconids, Elfurr and the Artandirs left the domain of the Nicomedes. The war has come to an end. The civilians, once under the rule of the despot, breathed a sigh of relief. A month after the confrontation, the new Nicomedia government chose its Bithyn'Exotrorch. It turned out to be former Minister of the Interior Chaka'Ranakaarmadilloa, a devoted supporter of alliances with other races. The new ruler formally apologized to Hatshepsit on behalf of the Nicomedians. Then he completely banned armed forces on the territory of the state. The army and navy were quickly disbanded. Many prominent officers and naval commanders went to serve in the elite police units, which soon became the Enforcement Forces. And so the history of the new Nicomedia began, as a peaceful civilization that forever refused to wage wars. This brought thousands of years of peace and tranquility to the Nicomedeans.

Until the start of a new bloody galactic war in 2593... But that's a completely different story.



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After the Terrifying War, the name of Kachaporit was forbidden to be mentioned in Nicomedia. No one has called their child by that name since then. The name 'Kachaporit' symbolized merciless evil, all-destroying and all-damaging, and also symbolized weapons, war and death. For the Nikomedians, war has become synonymous with Darkness. Though radical groups believe it was imposed by the Elfurr Empire. Therefore, separate cults of Kachaporit and the so-called "Nicomedian centrism" still exist.
Also in Nicomedia, the names Alayala and Kuakhtemok are considered forbidden. These two Nicomedia rulers nearly brought their race to ruin. Alaial, for example, about 10-12 thousand years BC. tried to unleash a galactic war with the Draconids. And Kuakhtemok, bowing before the ancient Eternal Evil (Shadow from the Ancient Days), began to destroy his own tribesmen. This happened even earlier, about 20,000 years before our era. In Nicomedia, these names are on a special Forbidden List. Their mention threatens with prison, censure of society or even expulsion from the territory of the state.
There are other forbidden names in that list, for example, the commanders of Kachaporit, Alayal, or the same Kuakhtemok. In present-day Nicomedia, they are very sensitive to their history.

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Elfurr Race species and main information about it

Elf`urr Race is the most ancient, powerful and greatest in my own sci-fi/fantasy universe.
Lets speak about it more.



Varieties of the great Elfurr race, also known as the Ancients, Singhe or Siddhe
(elf-like tall species, who lives in many parts of galaxy)

1. Singalis Ta-Kemetians
Also known as Elfurr the Ordinary. Like all representatives of the race, they have incredible attractiveness and beauty of faces. Hair is usually black, long to the waist. Differ in high growth, from 1.90 - to 2.30 m. Accelerated reaction.
They live in the large worlds of the Elf`urr High Empire, such as Menechfer, Kumbor, Nephrusabek, Sha-Talesh, Akhetaten or Mamkhfis-Thanet. Large ecumenopolis worlds are usually preferred. Often they build multi-level cities up to the stratosphere. They love high technology. As a rule, they are very belligerent towards those who do not accept them.

2. Singalis Elefsinians
Violet-haired subspecies of Elfurr. As a rule, they have purple or pink hair, long to the waist. Differ in high growth up to 2 m to 3.35. Great attachment to nature. They do not like large ecumenopolis cities, preferring quiet and calm "lagoon worlds". Most of the Elephsinians are empaths and thought-hearers. Not warlike, unlike the Ta-Kemetians. They prefer frequent meditation and a solitary lifestyle. They live in "lagoon worlds", such as Elefsin, Diomedes-3, Arche-Cleopatron and Arche-Antiostrakon.

3. Singalis Alvertines
The Alvertines are the "Mountain Elfurrs". They have an extremely belligerent disposition. They are hostile towards other civilizations and races. The best warriors and ambush masters. They make excellent trackers and fighters of special squads. They are distinguished by gray, almost gray hair and eyes of the same color. Growth reaches 2.30 m. Hair can be cut short and even grow beards. They prefer blue tattoos. They live in mountainous worlds such as She-Kelesh, Tariandil, Alkesh or Narmer-hatesh.



4. Singalis Nymphariel
Nymphariel - they are incredibly beautiful, have different hair colors, up to blue and bright yellow. Among other races, they are known as "nymphs", "forest elfurrs" or "naiads". Most of them are removed from hostilities. But their contacts with other civilizations are rare. They prefer green worlds without techno-introductions. They are famous for their long singing, which affects the environment. Growth is not too big, from 1.90 to 2.10 m. Very peaceful. They inhabit green worlds such as Nymphariel, Calmiviel, Nayis-Desentiel, and Nayis-Nayadel.

5. Singalis Osanim
Osanimy are "ocean elfurr". They live mainly in water or island worlds. They are great at swimming. They live in underwater cities and in island "arcologies". The Osanims are excellent builders of robots and drones, as well as "safe" vehicles. Most of the time is spent perfecting technology and the psionic arts. They are in close contact with the spirits of the planets on which they live, and coordinate each of their studies with them. Growth up to 2.20 m. They have different hair colors, mostly bright - yellow, white or blue. Not militant. Found on island worlds such as Levandir or Ochanim Prime.

6. Singalis Khalibem
Khalibem - desert elfurr. They live mainly on the desert planet Khalib-Doshan in huge oasis cities. They differ in that they constantly wear capes or turbans. They often hide their faces from strangers. They reach a height of up to 2.30 m. They have blue-black and just black hair, but differ from the Ta-Kemetians in an extremely arrogant disposition. In wars, their special combat groups are often used, famous for their secrecy and at the same time fierce fury.

7. Singalis Khalfalim
This subspecies is rather not a race, but hybrids. Half-humans-Half-elfurr. They live on the planet Halfalim. They are related to races such as Eladris and Air, descended from the unions of humans and elfurr. Halfalim may look like typical Elfurr, but they have human blood. Most often, it is they who act as ambassadors in different states of the people of the galaxy. Their height can be different, from 2.30 m to the smallest, 1.80 m.

8. Singalis Kariel
Kariel are dark-skinned Elfurr, characterized by extreme militancy. Growth can reach up to 2.40 m. They often live in the worlds of Ta-Kemetians. But they also have a home planet known as Karail-Khofru. This planet is currently part of the Deep Worlds of the Elfurr Empire. Often it is from Kariel that excellent warriors and combat commanders are obtained. The hair is usually very black. But there are exceptions, in the form of dark red or dark blond hair.



9. Singalis Alpharel
Alfarel are the oldest of the Elfurr, close to their Primal Forefathers. They have white or bright blond hair. Usually they are not shown and live in seclusion in different parts of the universe. They have unsurpassed psionic abilities. Known in legend as the greatest mages in the galaxy. Avoid communication with relatives from the Empire. Alpharel, as unique as the White Kinos, the Winged Draconids or the Sun-Eating People.

10. Singalis Droen
Droen are "dark Elfurr", powerful sorcerers of the highest level. Their exact origin is hidden. But Droen can be obtained from all of the above subspecies, except Alfarel. The reason for their incredible destructive psychic abilities is unknown to much of the galaxy. Droen can be born into any Elfurrian family, and this is a reliable fact. Elfurr themselves carefully hide the true reason for the appearance of such "death machines", up to the murder of those who accidentally learned the secret. One Droen in a state of "ultra-rage" can destroy an entire settlement, in the worst case, cause cataclysms on the planet. Their power is extremely dangerous and controlled by the secret services of the Empire. There is a Special Rule for Droen, according to which, if they go out of control, they are neutralized with a cryo-weapon and frozen into special sarcophagi of the "winter rest" class.
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["Storm of Souls"]

Fully finished work with "Storm of Souls". Another new work about my universe.


Hello Exilian.
I managed to finish one more work on my universe. The translation is currently in progress.

This time the action takes place not in the Hyperborean era, 20,000 BC, but much later, in the far future. For the saga of the 26th century, I only have a small play-style (scenario) work called "The New Universe" and a couple of stories - "The Doge Bertolino and His Pet" and "What is Space".
But a full-fledged story, as in the case of "Darkness" has not yet been. However, these days I tried to do everything to finish a new work and I did it.

The work is called - "Storm of Souls". Just don't confuse it with the Warhammer game of the same name. Good?

The main events take place in the star system Imperium Griffin in the sector of the Distant Worlds (the galaxy of the Milky Way). This is a fairly ancient system, known since the pre-human era. Once upon a time, an ancient race lived here, possibly related to the draconians, but then they disappeared. Millennia later, people came and colonized these places. By the 26th century AD, Griffin is a star system controlled by the Galactic Coalition. He does not have one hundred percent independence, but people do not complain either. The position of the Griffin is more reminiscent of the Virgin Islands on planet Earth in the 21st century AD. That is, this territory belongs to the Coalition, but at the same time, it has its own dependent government.
Each ruler is appointed under the authority of the Galactic Security Council.

In short, the plot tells how during the Acheronian Galactic War, the Griffin Imperium is attacked by a fleet of unknown aliens. But is this related to the global conflict in the galaxy, which has been going on for more than two years? Or is it a new threat?
The main characters are trying to figure everything out, and at the same time not to go crazy. After all, a mysterious enemy seriously affects their minds with the help of cruel psionic power.

Well, about what's next - you will see from the main work.

If you want to know something more about Griffin system - see this topic in the subforum of World of Infinitas
https://exilian.co.uk/forum/index.php?topic=6515.0

Thanks anyway, friends!

Regards Alexander

[Griffin Imperium short history]

Griffin Imperium short history


A brief history of the Griffin system from ancient days to 2596.

The Griffin Imperium star system was inhabited by the forgotten civilization Grefin in ancient times. According to various sources, they were related either to the draconians or the Norlans, but they looked like upright mythical griffins. It is known that entities possessing wings growing from their backs dominated among them. How exactly this civilization functioned, no one knows. The scientific galactic community does not have enough information. But the ancient temples, discovered deep under the surface of the planet, told about Grefin and about their ability to space flights. The age of the found temples, artifacts and objects of utensils is at least 35,000 years old. The most grandiose artifact is the "Bird Complex" on the island of Hedzhet in the ocean of Smurno. There, researchers found giant statues of upright griffins that have survived to this day. The remains of a temple were found next to them. Judging by the frescoes, initiation ceremonies into rulers or high priests could take place in the temple. Nothing is known about Grefin's religion or technology. Murals testified to the presence of interstellar vehicles, but no technological devices were found on Griffon-1. In other words, this civilization is a real "white" spot in galactic history.
Draconids and Cossatti claim to be unfamiliar with any races resembling gryphons. Although most likely, they simply do not disclose the data that scientists are so eager to receive. Archaeologists and cryptohistorians working in the ruins of the temples have come to the conclusion that Grefin are still more related to the draconians than the Norlans.

When exactly the first colonists arrived on the Griffin Imperium, no one knows either. It is believed in Artandir that the colonies on the Griffin were founded during the reign of the emperor Domitian the Callous, togezh within the 7th millennium BC. The Byzantian believe that the gryphons are descendants of their culture. At the same time, the system of the Griffin Imperium, like Shatsk-Prime, is wholly owned by the Coalition. The local rulers, leading their relationship from the ancient kings, are entirely at the mercy of the Galactic Council. The Griffin government cannot take a single step without the will of the Coalition. However, there are no separatist sentiments here, since in the power of the Coalition of the Galaxy, this semi-state flourishes. None of the local residents can call themselves poor or indigent. In the capital of Griffin City, there are special thanksgiving payments in the Elfurr style. This means that the inhabitants of the capital receive a certain amount as a token of gratitude that they were born on the Griffin. Payments are made by the Finance Committee of the Notables of the Coalition.
The language of the Gryphons is very close to the Artandir dialect of Kailam and at the same time has similarities with the Byzantians. Because of this, there are so many representatives of the Artandir Republic in the Griffin Imperium system.

A list of the supreme rulers of the Griffin, henchmen of the Galactic Council, under the rule of the Coalition.
The chronology is from 2492 AD. It was then that power unofficially passed to direct appointees from the Coalition of the Galaxy.

- Fantino
(2492-2500)
- Taramo Libardiamo
(2500-2508)
- Ser'Prithari
(2508-2516)
- Doramin
(2516-2522)
- Kihmenet the Great Charioteer
(2522-2522)
- Melchizedek Spearman
(2522-2530)
- Ser'Quilfao
(2530-2538)
- Tariel Sikhe Redhead
(2538-2540)
- Aquilon Whitebeard
(2540-2548)
- Cactus Nopalcicotl
(2548-2555)
- Dinharaam
(2555-2560)
- Nathan Delich
(2560-2568)
- Vladimir Alexandrov
(2568-2571)
- Ser'Hannia the Long
(2571-2579)
- Tah'Trak'fulr Silotl
(2579-2580)
- Artadama
(2580-2585)
- Kirtadama Fat
(2585-2586)
- Valens Tsencius
(2586-2590)
- Flavio
(2590-2593)
- Antonio
(2593-2594)
- Maurizio
(2594-2596)
- Dimitri
(2596-2596)
- Theophylact
(2596-2596)
- Kotis
(2596-....)



From the entire chronicle, it can be noted that not only people, local inhabitants, but also representatives of other civilizations were at the head of the Griffin. At the same time, no racist attacks from the Gryphons were noticed. The inhabitants of the system were grateful to many supreme rulers. Of the worst for the 26th century, they marked the reign of only Silotl, a member of the Ho-Nari race. For corruption and attempted fraud, Silotl was removed from office by the Coalition. After that, courts and proceedings at the highest level awaited him. In 2580, he was replaced by Artadama, a human and a native of the planet Pisidia, the Republic of Artandir.

[Montenegrin girls: how they are remembered for me]

Montenegrin girls: how they are remembered for me

Lately, I've been feeling kind of sad. Sad because of the almost lack of warm female smiles. There is a lack of vivid sensations, a kind of emotional storm, love thoughts, sensual experiences. The last time I experienced this was when I was in a distant country called Montenegro. It just so happened that in my homeland I was not at all lucky in love relationships. I often came across girls who seemed to me "different", unlike me. They liked stormy matches, aggressive dances and a certain brutality, which always puzzled me. Simply put, I had some strange imbalance with them. They represented their universe, and I represented mine. So I definitely won't be able to talk about my first school love. In high school, I was just a regular guy who hung out with his best friend next door and thought inwardly that "everything will come with time."

But the most stormy impressions I had came later. I graduated from school in the 11th year, and then fate sent me to distant Montenegro. I went there not to rest at all, but, one might say, to work, to help my closest relative. It was in Montenegro that I met many interesting people. But the most interesting of them were local representatives for me. Montenegrin girls struck me to the core. What is called, "smitten on the spot." Therefore, if you are ever going to Montenegro, know that there you can literally lose your temper. And here the main task is not to lose yourself. And it's worth saying that I didn't count on anything. Yes, of course, this principle works. If you build 130 plans and paint everything point by point - 60% chance of failure. And I just went with the flow.

Montenegrin girls seem to be aggressive and even cold. But as soon as you enter into a conversation with them, you will immediately feel your mistake. On the contrary, they have such a wide soul that you can lose consciousness from its breadth. They are tall, graceful, incredibly beautiful. If someone asked if there were inconspicuous girls there, I would answer that I had never met one in all my years of travel. Montenegrin girls know how to listen, and most importantly, to hear the interlocutor. They rarely think of themselves. On the contrary, they prefer to do something good for others, and only then take care of something of their own. In a conversation with them, you can find a common language with any person. But the most important thing is not to cross the line and not to discuss all sorts of vulgarities that the "especially gifted" sin so much. None of the locals can stand obscenities and dirty jokes, no one can stand aggression and brutality. The main thing here is your soul.

Falling in love with a Montenegrin girl is easy. As I already mentioned, they seem cold only in appearance. They are very hot inside. In terms of communication, they are incredibly open. You can talk with them on any topic - from beautiful landscapes to the political situation in Serbia. They never say they don't like something. Never be rude if you annoy them. If the topic is inappropriate, they make it clear with their eyes. And you yourself understand that you need to stop. If they trust very much, they can share their problems, ask for advice. In their house - you are always a welcome guest. And if a guest, you immediately get acquainted with many members of their families. You become a friend to their father and brother, a good conversationalist for their mother. You will be fed and watered, and if necessary - then the loss of strength.

If you have problems, and if they trust you, they will help you right away. They won't tell you to stop shipping them or you're sick of something. If you feel bad, they feel bad too. They know how to empathize and empathize with others. They know how to feel the other person. And this, perhaps, is the main positive factor. If a person can feel, then this is a person. Yes, this is a man with a capital letter. If you need help, they will help, and they will do it from the bottom of their hearts. Money is the last thing they care about. I have never seen those representatives of Montenegro for whom this would come first. They know how to make friends, they know how to love, they know how to understand. And what could be better than this? I think everyone already knows the answer to this question. That's what got me into them. The ability to feel and understand another person. The ability to appreciate a person, whatever he may be.

Of course, local girls are not 100% perfect, like each of us, the inhabitants of the Earth. They have such a feature - to postpone many things for tomorrow. But the fact is that the word "tomorrow" for them, as a rule, does not have a precise definition. Tomorrow or "sutra" can really be tomorrow, or maybe in a week. "When will we go to Zabljak?" - I ask a question. "Sutra," she replies with a smile. And in the end, we go only after 5 days, and then instead of noon, in the evening. And do not forget that Montenegrins are very fond of relaxing and doing nothing, devoting time to "thinking about the high". You can remember their main saying: "We need to rest more during the day." And why? Yes, to sleep better at night. It's the same with girls. But this is perhaps the only one of their minuses. Lateness and the eternal word "sutra".

Whats else? I think, thats all.

About my trip to Montenegro in future - planning to do it.
For me this country is like a third motherland. And i promise, that i will visit it in this my life.

Zarem Egyptian Period 4500 BC


How it all began:
In 2045, archaeologists in Eastern Sahara discovered a mysterious find. Later it was called the Zarem pyramid. Soon, scientists explored other artifacts, the ancient temple of the unknown god Masquel and the tombs of several priests. In 2046, the leader of the archaeologists, José Berengier, presented his complete study of the city of Zarem. The scientific community was shocked. Historical documents from the Zarem temples tell a lot about the pre-Narmer period of Ancient Egypt.
As it turned out, long before Narmer and the unification of the Two Egypts, on the territory of Eastern Sahara, up to the Red Sea, there was an empire called Zarem. Empire with its pharaohs, religion and foundations. One of the ancient pharaohs of the pre-Egyptian period was Maskazel Seherkar. How he came to power is not known. It is known that around 4500 BC. Seherkar conquered vast territories that stretched almost all over the Sahara, which was .... green. His reign, according to chroniclers, lasted at least 300 years, which looked very strange. But over these 300 years, he constantly strengthened his power and conquered more and more new lands.
The chronicles said that the people were under strong oppression, since Seherkar forced all the inhabitants of the cities to build a pyramid for themselves once every 2 years. If anyone refused to participate, the fate of dismemberment awaited him. Seherkar declared himself a god and forced everyone to worship him, abolishing all other Egyptian cults, such as the cult of Atum. But later this led to an uprising of local residents. Subjugated peoples such as the Lotofagi, the Puntians, the Araviots, and the inhabitants of central Africa (Medi-Libya) also joined the uprising. The rebel army declared itself the Holy League of Atum. The uprisings turned into a bloody five-year war, which ended with the defeat of Seherkar's army. Atum's army destroyed a large number of enemy forces under the future Herakliopolis.
However, the pharaoh intended to use a mysterious artifact known as the Obelisk of Sharkallisharri. This artifact was considered sacred to him. No one knew where he was, but everyone knew that he existed. By activating a mysterious device, Seherkar triggered climate change. .
The use of the artifact caused massive sandstorms that engulfed much of Africa. As a result of the whirlwinds, thousands of cities were destroyed, including Zarem. It is said that the pharaoh died during the cataclysm. But according to other data, written on the altar stone of the Masquel temple, he "flew away on a shining star." All the former green lands in Africa have dried up and turned into wastelands. While this region has a different name - the Sahara Desert.
In addition to the legendary chronicle, scientists discovered a strange device in Zarem that resembles a computer. But he was captured by the United States intelligence agencies. Later it was not mentioned anywhere. But on the other hand, the archaeologists who discovered Zarem received numerous prizes and awards.
A community of scholars across the globe has awarded José Berengier the Nobel Prize for his study of the ancient history of Egypt.

No one knows exactly how Sekherkar came to power. Its history begins from the day when Pharaoh Zarema celebrated the 300th anniversary of his reign.

1. Zarem campaign of Maskazel Sekherkar to Sikania
Year 4500 BC. Data are known about the invasion of Zarem's troops from the sea into Sicania (the future Sicily). By that time, Sekherkar had already ruled for the 300th year, expanding his own possessions with each decade. The Sikan king Polydeuces, who controls the territory of the Island of Sikuliya and South Tarastania (the area of ​​Tarentum and Croton), organized serious resistance to the Zaremian troops. The pharaonic commander Pen-Abu died during the landing, was killed by an arrow from the Sikul warrior Femocrates. The first attack was successfully repelled. But then came the second and third. Chronicles say that the Sikans united against Zarem with the Nuragian kingdom of the Two Islands (bud. Corsica and Sardinia). The Nuragians arrived in Sikuliya and settled in the capital. The second wave was also unsuccessful for the Zaremians. But the third went well. The coastal fortifications of the Nuragian-Sican troops were destroyed. This was followed by the capture of coastal cities.
Chronicles say that Sekherkar managed to lure the Nuraghi king Belkeshelli to his side by bribery. From the possessions of northern Libya, a solid cargo of gold was sent by sea to the kingdom of the Two Islands. Belkeshelli turned against Polideuces. The Nuraghe attack stunned the Sikanese. Soon, the united army of Zarem and the kingdom of the Two Islands reached the capital of Polydeuces. The city was shelled from ballistas and catapults for three days. Then at night the traitors, bribed by Sekherkar, opened the gates to a huge army. The capital of the Sikan kingdom was completely burned. Polydeuces was stabbed to death by one of Zarem's soldiers. This ended the story of Sicania. Sikuliya was annexed to the empire of Sekherkara.
It is not known whether Sekherkar went to South Italy or not. Probably, the possessions of Tarastania, previously subordinate to Polidevk, declared independence.

2. Zarem campaign to the Great Getulia
A year after the conquest of Sicania (4500 BC - 4499 BC), Sekherkar attacked Getulia, which, unlike other kingdoms of Green Libya, refused to obey Zarem. The nomarch Meroa Tok-Rani was appointed commander of the offensive army. The king of Getuls (name unknown) refused to pay tribute to Pharaoh Zarem and declared full independence. Before that, Getulia was formally subordinate to the pharaohs, but retained its own statehood. Obviously, the king did not want to serve the usurper from "the lands near the Great River" anymore.
Then Tok-Rani organized attacks on the eastern regions of Getulia. The local forces were unable to hold back the advance of the Zaremians. From the lands of central Libya, Sekherkar drove an army on elephants and tribes allied to him. Chronicles say that dozens of cities were burned and their inhabitants trampled. In the city of Neptae, the Zaremians massacred 5,000 people. It is not known who they were warriors or ordinary residents. But because of this event, the king of Getulia declared mourning throughout the state. He called the deeds of Sekherkar "a monstrous crime against human foundations" (in the modern way - a crime against humanity). The massacre in Neptae further raised the morale of the local soldiers and increased their anger.
The troops of Getulia inflicted a severe defeat on Tok Rani within the locality of Amilcar (possibly southern Tunisia or Algeria). The Zaremians were pushed back from central Getulia. Tok-Rani is beheaded in battle along with ten generals. But the power over the eastern lands of the kingdom remained with Sekherkar. His troops (approx. 200,000) accumulated in the area of ​​the destroyed Neptae. Later, a peace treaty was concluded between the king of the Getuls and Sekherkar on the division of territories. The eastern part of the kingdom went to Zarema, all other lands were kept by the Getuls. Conflict ends for a few months (4 or 5)



3. The defeat of Sekherkar in Syria.
After an agreement with the Getul kingdom, part of the army of Sekherkar was transferred from Libya to the lands of Syria. The Kingdom of Kat-Patuka (Cappadocia, or the "Country of Beautiful Horses") declared war on Zarem. The army of King Makalipina occupied Tarss, which was under the control of the pharaoh's forces. Makalipina hoped to recapture Kilikio from Zarem (bud. Cilicia, modern land of Adana). Tarss was under the control of only 400 warriors, led by the commander Djoser-Ptekh. At first, the troops of Kath-Patuka fired fire arrows at the city from their bows. Then they broke through the gates with a battering ram and broke into the settlement. Djoser-Ptekh fell in battle along with all the fighters. Tarss quickly fell into the hands of Macalipin's troops. All other garrisons of Zarem were attacked. It is known that one of them in the city of Ebla, went over to the side of Kath Patuki. Thus, the city of Ebla was also in the hands of the king Makalipin.
Sekherkar was enraged at the loss of Cilicio. He equipped troops led by the commander Anedjib. Mobilization was carried out throughout the Great River Valley. A corps was formed at Tinit to attack Cat Patuka. However, along with the advance of Makalipin, uprisings broke out throughout Syria, including the lands of Hanani and Banau (future Palestine). The rebels began to massively overthrow the pharaoh's governors. Anedjib's army had to face strong Hanani resistance. The rebels were pacified in three weeks. But the troops of Makalipin, who entered Ebla, were a danger. Kath-Patuka was put up against Zarem up to 50,000 warriors (or 150,000, it is not clear exactly). It is known that Anedjib struck at the enemies in the Phoenician Valley. The first army of Makalipin was utterly defeated. Up to 20,000 soldiers died in the battle. But then luck turned away from Zarem. Makalipina called on allies from Sumeria (Sumer), Zagros and the Country of Kuti. In total, there were up to 300,000 warriors who opposed Anedjib.
In the bloody massacre at Side, the united army of Makalipin inflicted a severe defeat on Zarem. The commander Anedjib died in battle, his chariot ran into the spear ranks of the forces of Kat-Patuki and Kutiev.
The lost battle and the death of 150,000 Zaremians forced Sekherkar to agree to an agreement with Makalipina. Kat-Patuka received possessions up to the southern territories of Sid. All the lands previously captured by Zarem retreated to Kat-Patuke. The conquered peoples were exempted from tribute before the pharaoh.
The defeats in Getulia and Syria became a kind of prelude for the future end of the Zarem domination in Egypt.

4. The first mention of the Obelisk Sharkallisharri
In the chronicle written by the court priest Zarem Kochalpotzotl, the first mention of the mysterious Obelisk appears. Moreover, not even this, but the name of the priest, aroused interest among scientists-researchers. After all, his name is far from Egyptian-Semitic and rather resembles something from Mesoamerica. But history is silent about the origin of the priest. It is only known that Kochalpotzotl was the first to tell about the Obelisk and its special importance for Pharaoh Sekherkar.
It is written that for the pharaoh this "tool" was sacred. No mortal knew where the Obelisk was. Only Sekherkar himself knew. "But none of the subjects of the great neb'taui (pharaoh) dared to doubt the existence of the Obelisk of Sharkallisharri," one can cite as an example the quote of the priest himself. Scientists have not figured out the exact location of the Obelisk, but they learned about its properties. As it turned out, Sekherkar used the "services" of the mysterious structure in case of a direct threat to the state.
After the defeat in Getulia and Syria, the pharaoh began to think seriously about the use of the "wonder weapon" for the benefit of Zarem. Kochalpotzotl notes that Sekherkar spoke more than once at the military council about the possibility of using the Obelisk against Kat-Patuki and neighboring states. However, the priest himself dissuaded the pharaoh, stating that this could lead to the death of the whole world. It is noteworthy that Sekherkar was considered a god for mere mortals, including priests. Obviously, Kochalpotzotl had some special privileges, and therefore calmly communicated with the pharaoh on an equal footing. Apparently, he was the High Priest in Zarem. But these data are just guesses. The chronicles only said that Kochalpotzotl was a priest, but there is no mention of supremacy or a dominant role.
Some commanders, apparently, also knew Sekherkar by sight, and could talk with him on an equal footing. Kochalpotzotl writes that the commander Khasekhemui also did not recommend using the Obelisk. Some "testing" of the Sharkallisharri Obelisk in the area of ​​Santorinos Island is mentioned. Khasekhemui claimed that after the use of the "miracle weapon" part of Santorinos went under water, while the other, called Minos, remained.
Sekherkar replied that he would personally decide on the further use of the Obelisk. But he thanked his loyal subjects for their advice.



5. Attack on Necho-Perbach
Necho-Perbahe was the largest trading port of Zarem in northern Libya. It was built even before Sekherkar (in the annals it is said that it was erected under the unknown pharaoh Nu-Tauteh, probably 4800 BC). The city has long had a huge merchant quarter. The pharaoh himself often liked to visit his residence in the suburbs of Necho-Perbach. But immediately after the defeat at Getulia and Kath-Patuk, there were reports of large-scale attacks by "Tin peoples" (probably Pelasgians or pre-Pelasgians) on Zarem merchant ships. It was reported that the people of Tin gathered a large "horde of ships" to strike at Necho-Perbach.
Sekherkar ordered the naval commander Nahote (unknown woman or man) to put the entire fleet near Northern Libya on alert. But Tin was ahead of the pharaoh in everything. The Nahote Armada was attacked by the fast corsair galleys. They managed to capture the flagship of the naval commander, and then deal with the rest of the ships. The annals say that on the flagship of Nahote (here she is mentioned in the female form) there was a certain device that allowed other ships to be burned. It is called the Sunshine Tool. It is said that Tin, having captured the flagship, killed the naval commander and took possession of the Cannon. They turned it towards Zarem's armada and fired. Powerful beams of light incinerated hundreds of triremes of the enemy at once. How exactly they controlled the Weapon is silent in the chronicles.
Further, there are references to the attack of "Mobile Balls from the sky" (obviously prototypes of airships). The Tin attacked Necho-Perbache at night, landing from the sky on the city walls. They killed the guards and opened the gates for the incoming ships of their comrades. The Ting army made a landing at the port. The garrison in the city was completely cut out. All the shopping districts were looted overnight. But they did not set fire to the city, apparently, they wanted to capture it. It is noteworthy that the pre-Achaean "Peoples of the Sea" used the Weapon of the Sun against the troops of Zarem one more time, but with the onset of morning. It was said that at night it did not work due to the lack of "magic power".
In the morning, the troops of another Zarem commander stationed in the suburbs of Necho-Perbakh made an attempt to recapture the city. The Tin used the Sunshine Cannon and destroyed the entire incoming army. It is said that they dragged the mysterious "cannon" from Nahote's flagship and installed it on the city walls.
Sekherkar was furious when he learned that the largest trading port had been captured. He hastily collected the available forces in Tinit and moved to Necho-Perbach. But when he arrived, the city was already empty. Tin plundered it completely and went to sea. At the same time, they took a solar gun with them.

6. Starlight Strike
The found chronicles speak of the use of the Obelisk against Kat-Patuki after the sack of Necho-Perbache. Taking advantage of the weakness of Sekherkar and the sack of a trading port in Libya, King Makalipin launched an offensive against the lands of Hanan and Banau, which remained under the control of Zarem. The local tribes, having enlisted the support of the hermits from Arabioti, quickly revolted and swore allegiance to Kat-Patuka. Thus, the army that opposed the tyrant pharaoh replenished even more. Chronicles speak of 400,000 soldiers and chariots from Mukalipinu.
Enraged, Sekherkar held another council about the possible use of the Obelisk and announced his decision to use its power immediately. One of the commanders named Sakhur tried to object to the pharaoh, but was killed by the guards right at the meeting. It is obvious that the judges on the council had to accept the decision of the god-like Masquel Sekherkar.
How exactly the Obelisk of Sharkallisharri was used is not indicated in the annals. It is only stated that his power was activated. "In an instant, over Sid and Demeh (possibly bud. Damascus), the Light of the Star arose, which unleashed its fury on the enemies of the pharaoh." Almost the entire army of Mukalipinu immediately perished in the fire. A devastating blow was dealt to Kath Patuk. The chroniclers say that "the heavens themselves fell upon the enemies of Sekherkar." They also spoke about the mysterious glow that was present in the lands of southern Syria for several more days. Mukalipinu is not mentioned anywhere else, so it can be assumed that the king of Kath-Patuki died along with his armies.
Zarem's super-powerful counteroffensive followed. The pharaoh's troops had to put on "miraculous masks" in order to avoid being affected by the use of the "obelisk magic". It is further said that Zarem defeated the remaining troops of Kath-Patuka and won back the lands near Tarss, but they did not go deep into the "Country of Horses". Sekherkar was distracted by an uprising in Punta and Nubia.

7. Nuragic betrayal and mass riots
After the attack on Kath Patuk, mass uprisings began in the possessions of Sekherkar. Nubia and Punt, with the help of the people's militias, crushed the governors of Zarem. But the punitive army that entered, led by General Atu-Baset, destroyed the rebels. By order of Sekherkar, brutal reprisals against the rebels were organized. More than 3,000 rebels lost their skin. But this did not stop the resistance, and the local peoples turned to guerrilla warfare. Attacks on the outposts and fortresses of Zarem began. In the city of Abhidos, the rebels set fire to the armories.
Something else happened that made Sekherkar startle. The Nuragic king Tarkralikepeli Mahanitosutrinanti (full deciphered name), who came to power as a result of a coup, immediately declared war on Zarem. It is mentioned that the Nuraghi already had a "Solar Cannon", stolen at one time by the people of Tin. From this follows the conclusion that the "peoples of the sea", who attacked Necho-Perbach, transferred the superweapon to Nuragia. By order of King Tarkralikepeli, the Solar Cannon hit the fleet located near the island of Sikuliya (Sikania). Then the cities of the former Sikan kingdom belonging to Zarem were fired upon. With the help of a superweapon, Tarkralikepeli's forces managed to capture the entire island. Thus, the Nuraghi received even more territories in their possession.
Meanwhile, the attacks of the Getuli began, seeking revenge for the massacre in Neptae. The enraged Sekherkar went as far as repression among his own military leaders. More than 100 commanders ended up in torture chambers or behind bars. Pharaoh was confused. Counting on a quick victory over all enemies, he miscalculated. And the Nuraghi, according to the chroniclers, sent weapons to Northern Libya and Getulia to support the resistance. The Getul army eventually crushed Zarem in three bloody battles. The uprisings broke out one after another. The rebels in Northern Libya received weapons from the Nuraghi. The chroniclers spoke of active Nuragic spies.
The empire of Zarem was in decline. But there was one decisive step left - to use the Obelisk of Sharkallishari again.

[Rus TW - Fortis Bellator]

Rus TW - Fortis Bellator


Convinient and fixed version of the famous Imperial Community mod - Rus Total War.
Fight for Kiev or Novgorod or other countries and build your empire. This mod haven`t got any connections with politics and with modern days. Its only about the ancient Rus and Eastern Europe situation.
For Rome TW Barbarian Invasion 1.4-1.6!

Factions:

Playable:

Kievan Rus
Halych-Volyn Rus
Novgorod Rus
Smolensk
Chernigov
Murom-Ryazan
Rostov
Polotsk
Tmutarakan
Sweden
Khazar Ikhanate
Byzatine Empire
Hungary
Poland
Bolgaria Czardom
Volga Bulgar Ikhanate
Cumans
Pechenegs

Non-playable:
Seljuks Sultanate

This version is already served with the existing English language, it lies in the mod's archive not far from the BI folder. If someone is a foreign member of the community, he can safely play in English. This version have english support, and eng-translation you can find in the archive of edition.

Main author of this mod - VIR
Author of edition - BagaturKhan

Additional music pack (slavic music) - https://cloud.mail.ru/public/JCh7/35CwZ5sJs

Screenshots:

Spoiler

Download links:
https://www.moddb.com/mods/rus-tw-fortis-bellator-edition Moddb
https://cloud.mail.ru/public/qTij/GCZ1SLrip Cloud-Mail

The 2022 "Fortis Bellator" (Brave Warrior) Fan Edition presents Rus TW, already known to the mod community, in the format of a separate BI folder. That is, conditionally, the mod does not require a complete reinstallation of the game and can be compatible with projects for Rome1 and Alexander (but not for BI). By the way, the original games can also be safely turned on, the same Alex or Rome1.

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[Narnia - Fall of Telmar Submod]

Narnia - Fall of Telmar Submod

by Imperial Community

Imperial community presented a new submod for the Narnia TW project - Fall of Telmar.

So, it's time to post our Imperial build of the famous foreign mod - Narnia Total War.
I talked about this assembly back in 2021. I still remember discussing it with Haktar and Okzersal. We can say that this is Imperial version of the Narnia mod. Of course, the original project was great and hardcore. But one thing was missing in it - proximity to films and to the medieval atmosphere. Now the situation has changed! Now this is the real Narnia!
Let me remind you that the original author of the mod is Jubal_Barca. Many thanks to him for permission to this submod.

The project was attended by: BagaturKhan (author of the idea, author of many innovations of the submod), Blad398 (consultant, adviser), Vladimer (3d modeler), Frei von Zorgen (author of 3d improvements for Telmar axes) and of course Haktar (moral and spiritual support ).
Huge thanks to VIR, Okzersal, Solon de Athenas, Aguguss and Knut for both support and help with porting (Aguguss especially!).
Thanks to our ukrainian and russian friends!

The gameplay of the mod is left close to the original project. But what exactly has changed?

- Added a large number of new units
(The following factions are mainly involved - Telmarine Narnia, the Kingdom of Old Telmar, the Dictatorship of Korali, the Kingdom of Archenland, the Kingdom of Narnia, the Kingdom of Terebinthia, the Lone Islands, the Barbarians of the North)
- Telmarine units, close to the movie "Prince Caspian", from Vladimer and axes from Frei von Zorgen are worth a separate conversation
- New loadscreens from the movie "Prince Caspian"
- Fixed bugs with various units. For example, Munesha's hoplites can now form into a good phalanx
- The army of the Lone Islands has new officers, a model from Vladimer
- Added elements of nature and water from Roma Surrectum II, as well as new lights
- The giant army has been strengthened from the start. Now you can arrange a full-fledged invasion of Narnia from Harfang
- Weakened "cheat" units such as Kraken or Serpent. They can now be defeated with a good fleet
- Balanced all playable factions from the start
- Increased the level of loyalty in cities. This was done to avoid uprisings from turn 20-30.
(After all, it's unheard of for Narnians to massacre rebellious cities and slaughter 15,000 of their own.)
- Many more minor edits and fixes that I don't remember

Screenshots:

Spoiler

Download link:
https://cloud.mail.ru/public/Z4pj/nhE94h8B4
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1lr8BuWaguLQ_X3sPW09UuE1V1mrcYRcg/view?usp=sharing

Its already have Narnia TW installed. So you don`t need to install latest version of original mod.
Its a switch-mod for Rome 1.5

Credits:
- Jubal_Barca
- Exilian Community
- People from the submod team and support
- TWcenter community
- VIR (3d)
- KLA (3d parts)
- My friends from TW communities