Zelith High Council – The Starshade Awakens
Within the crystalline bastion of the Zelith High Council, the decision came like a thunderclap:
"Awaken the Deep Vault Fleets of the Starshade Armada."
Elder Xiran, scarred by regret and fury, stepped forward to take command. Far beneath the polar mountains of Zelith Prime, in vast subterranean drydocks buried for millennia, the vaults began to hiss open. Colossal dreadnoughts shaped like obsidian whales stirred, ancient Thalor AI flickering to life. Crystal cannons the size of cities groaned under the slow surge of darklight.
Armada Commanders took their thrones. Starshade war-blessings were chanted by the Soulweavers. The Armada of Night was rising.
At the same time, Xiran's son, Dakarie, cloaked in blue void-silk and bearing a scroll sealed in ancestral blood, boarded his vessel the diplomatic dreadship Eclipse of Resolve?bound for the forgotten system of Jha'mor'ak.
"I will bring the Broken Seers into this war," he said before departure, "or I will burn their libraries of blindness to ash."
The council approved. The war would now stretch across time, space… and morality.
The Giza Mtuji – Operation Eclipse Mandate
Onboard the Giza Mtuji, as starfields collapsed and reformed across the holotables, Queen Suama commanded the next phase of the empire's expansion.
Operation Eclipse Mandate began.
"General Kizito," Suama said, "you will return to Raluven-4. The world must become a forge-world again. Full-scale war production. Enslaved Vhalar and Thalor will feed the machines. Prepare for ten thousand ships a day."
General Kizito saluted, already issuing planetary lockdowns and refinery expansions before she finished.
"Admiral Kia, Vice General Tano, and Luminary Liora Venter is now your crucible. Convert it."
The three bowed, grim-faced. In orbit, construction titans from the Giza Mtuji began churning out the foundation pylons of the Binding Crucibles vast planetary-scale facilities designed to imprison Silent Ones permanently.
But that wasn't all.
Queen Suama then revealed the blueprints for a weapon of dread:
"Begin production of the Darkstar Stations mobile fortresses powered by the fusion of collapsed gods and singularities. They will house billions of starcraft and their cores will act as annihilation engines."
"They will be our new Thrones of Judgment."
Everyone in the chamber paused. The scope… the scale… these would dwarf even the Giza Mtuji itself. Nothing of this magnitude had ever been attempted.
Vaelora's Task – The Zelith Purge
Vaelora was given a simpler, crueler task.
"Wage war upon the Thalor across the Zelith system. Exterminate those responsible for the Archone's release. Leave none to scream."
Vaelora bowed. She smiled beneath her veil. It would be done.
Already, her invasion fleets were jumping into key Zelith worlds. The purge would begin at dawn.
The Queen's Declaration – Korriban
Then… it happened.
Queen Suama turned to the table and spoke words that stopped everything.
"I am going to Korriban."
The chamber froze.
Admiral Kia's breathing halted. Tano's eyes narrowed. Even Vaelora's usual stoicism faltered.
After what felt like a year of silence, General Kizito finally asked:
"So… you're going to release them?"
The Queen turned slowly, her voice like frost over bone: "Yes. It's about time the galaxy remembered the true Mahasimu Empire. The darkness they've forgotten. This is Imperial Priority Alpha. The Ancient Queen herself ordered this."
Planet Korriban – The Tomb World Stirs
On the desolate dark-world of Korriban, stars bent around its warped gravity. Buried deep beneath its scorched crust lay the Darkstar Station: Tomb Ascendant the cradle of Mahasimu horror.
Inside, for over a millennium, Canoptek Constructs had patrolled endlessly:
Warriors with sickle-arms and sunless eyes.
Scarab swarms nesting in magnetic corridors.
Canoptek Reapers, shaped like spiders fused with execution drones.
All of it coordinated by the Mahasimu Security AI, a quantum intelligence with over 10,000 years of isolation-induced sentience.
"Queen Suama approaching. Clearance confirmed. Initiating Reawakening Protocol."
As she entered the vaulted halls lit by glyphs of eternal fire, hundreds of tomb doors began to unlock. Coffins pulsed with red light. Stasis coils unwound.
These were not soldiers.
These were extinct warlords. The progenitors. The ones the Silent Ones feared.
Let the Great Awakening begin.
Across the Multiverse – The War Gates Tremble
On Umbra Prime, the Ancient Queen and her Seven Daughters felt the tremors and smiled.
On Jha'mor'ak, the Grand Broken Seers held debate, feeling the Third Archone's emergence — and now another force uncoiling. They whispered among themselves… unaware that Dakarie had already entered their system.
In Commorragh, Laerhkyth lounged in pleasure, but paused. He could feel it. A darkness not of their kind… awakening.
"So… the sleeping dragons stir," he whispered. "Let us see which gods bleed first."
The Holy War of the Multiverse had begun.