"Heaven and Hell; In your Hand." - old religious manuscript
Anrus Anree sat upon a ship of another sort, a large Imperial Starcruiser, recalling the Holy Armada to a central location.
Strange frequencies had been picked up by the radiafrequent scanners, shuttled by tachyons from the galaxies to the hub of th Empire, where his ship picked them up for his reading.
Various officers and underlings in white stood around him, the younger ones looking alarmed and puzzled, but the older ones, who had seen thousands of cycles pass by, had a cynical, pressed look to their face, one that spoke of imminent danger; a few with sneers of disgust crossing their myriad features, as they were not all human, but represented a multitude of races across the Imperium.
Leaving the bridge of his main ship, Anree retreated to his main room, to the right of the Imperial suite, setting himself down on one of the orante desks of his lavish as well room.
Bringing up holographs on the telescreen of the desk, his eyes narrowed as he looked, taking in numbers, readings, and visual data.
Could this be?
"Starslinger." he finally said after a few minutes.
A palm came up to grind against his forehead. "Some fools actually used one."
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Beacons in The Dark
Science FictionA futuristic cyber thriller with a multigalactic empire threatened by strange secrets that could tear the universe apart, or bring humanity home again. Get enraptured in the action and struggles of the gargantuan Imperium with its Autonomous Emperor...
